Granted, but everyone forgets how to read and write their native languages and all other languages they know, and since nothing is written in arubesh, the world collapses.
Granted. You read my mind, taking on he full burden of having a copu of the backstories of the cross-genre, cross-series, multitimeline story of my imaginary life, AKA Canarja's hold.
You briefly pay attention, absorbing the individual desires and storyline of each charactor, however, you cry thousands of tears when Mrs. Daggarscreech reaches out to save the hunter (halo refference), saltherwek, who had fallen to the edge of the cliff, and is stopped by the Dalek Ryn(Origin of my zabrak Jak's name.). Saltherwek's final words kill you with despair, as she (as it turns out,) reveals the traitor to be quinque, but no one is there to hear her, because she had fallen several hundred feet and broken her back, paralysing her from the sholder down, and leading to her death.
I wish that I was able to mentally link with my halo OC Saltherwek in it's youth, 12 years before her death, so I could watch what it saw through it's eyes, and understand what it fealt when it killed a human for the first time.
Granted, however they are soon abandoned due to the sheer amount of awesome forced into it, causing servers to explode and burn down their housings killings thousands of people.
I wish I had a monopoly on the business of buying and selling fruits.
Granted! The goodies all weirdly hate each other and start a three-way war, making them all weaker from it, when all the baddies unite (Baddies United Corps) and kill them all then kill each other when only one person remains... the person that invents a dimension machine and kills you for killing everything in their dimension.
I wish that I was 245 meters tall and had the strengh of 245 (strong)men and had all the stats of 245 people and was the dictator of earth and had skin made of Graphene (The 2D element, irl strongest element, cuts diamond like butter).