Ender

Granted, they all begin arguing about how "great" a movie Twighlight was. Slowly the Twighlight fans kill off the rest of the world by forming mobs, which means you are either dead or... worse... I wish that the world became as it is depicted in Gears of War 2, and was subsequently hit by the zombie plague from Left 4 Dead, resulting in an amazingly awesome conflict that I got to watch in its entirety from a godlike, non-madening vantage point before succumbing to awesomeness overload

And it is next time you post that inspiration finds you. With triumph in your heart, you maneuver your mouse over the "post reply" button, but then find... you are unable to make yourself push that button. In fact, you find you no longer care if your posts include a wish with their reply. This brings you to the realization that you no longer care about anything, and shortly thereafter you die of suffocation because you do not care about breathing. I wish I had an entire

Granted, but the new saxophone comes with a new saxophone player, who constantly day and night plays the saxophone without end. He refuses to allow you to use the saxophone. He also has super-human strength and agility and is indestructable so you never end up trying to kill him to steal it. He follows you around even when it seems impossible that he should know where you are, playing the saxophone day and night until you are driven mad by lack of sleep. I wish that eve

As you finish your fervent wish, you hear police sirens of increasing volume. You look out a window to see, but nothing is within sight yet. Then, you think you hear something... at first you think you are imagining it, then you slowly become more certain that you are hearing a cheery tune being drowned out by the police sirens. Just then, you see a battered ice cream truck crest a nearby hill, chased by no less than seventeen individual police cars. The nearest television in your home turns