Corrupt-a-wish Game

You get it oout of your head, along with everything else in your brain, including the ability to play chess.

I wish I could play bassoon better than I can now.

You can play the bassoon slightly better than you can now, but have gotten nowhere close to achieving your dreams.

I wish I was a grandmaster chess player.

You become crazy like Bobby Fischer, execpt it has a negative effect on your IQ. Eventually your IQ becomes equal to an lemur's. You die trying to consume a kitchen knife.

I wish everything was free.

Everything is free. Unfortunatly, you become tetraplegic after a car accident, and can't have the use of all those things you were dreaming to own. Fortunatly, even the hospital care are now free. But, as no one has to work to live anymore, there are soon not enough nurses and doctors to administer the intensive care you need, and you die in agony by multiple infections due to a lack of elementary hygiene.

I wish i was a guitar Hero.

You're a guitar hero who is very skilled at the game with a ridiculous note streak. Unfortunately, you are nowhere close to being a real -v-i-l-l-a-i-n- guitar pro.

I wish nobody can corrupt my wish.

Your wish doesn't get corrupted but you also waste your wish.

I wish for a cookie.

You have a cookie. But it contains GHB. You wake up one morning with your pants down in the cage of a gorilla, who seems to have fallen in love with you.

I wish for a botlle of a prestigious french wine.

You get a bottle of prestigious french wine, but you get addicted and suffer from withdrawal after you finish the bottle.

I wish I could be a developer here at the best chess site.

You become a developer here at the best chess site. At first it's great. Then people start hounding you night and day with suggestions for improvements, complaints about cheaters, criticisms about changes. They find you on twitter, facebook, youtube. They find your phone numbers and address. They start finding you in random cafes and on the street. The stress gets to you; you cant sleep or eat, and all your hair falls out. You quit and vow never to play chess again.

I wish I was as creative as Gaby Groseille