Tery215

Nobody can see your avatar. It shrivels up. My hill.

I use bleach. My ugly thing.

Granted. You get rotten apples that look a little bit like potatoes. I wish for noclip.

dV is a measure of how much your spacecraft can accelerate. In an environment with nothing but your spaceship, you might be able to accelerate to 2,000 m/s before running out of fuel. So your ship's dV is 2,000 m/s. You could do something similar by editing a craft into orbit and doing a maneuver node with more dV requirement than your ship, then measuring how much dV is left in the maneuver node after you run out of fuel.

Granted. The Grox go out in giant fleets of warships and conquer the galaxy. But this time, it's every planet all the time with 70 ships per planet. I wish for deuterium oxide.

Granted. You enter a strange mood, and you go insane from not owning a jeweler's workshop. I wish for 20 more dV.

Granted. All of the bullets are affected by drag so much that they stop before they go one foot. I wish that pieces of cardboard could be used as RAM.

I fire the cannon of waves. The planets in the megaverse all explode from the light. My shattered megaverse.

Megatiger gets eaten by maggots, for which the Magaverse was named. My maggot-infested avatar.

Granted. You are transported to Kentucky at the time the Fried Chicken was introduced to Kentucky. (very long ago) I wish for a tube-shaped fuel tank, rather than a cylindrical one.

Granted. All humans get eaten by thesauruses. I wish for a new spaceplane part.

Granted. Jeans can now be purchased in portions of 37/21600. As in, 37 minutes out of 360 degrees. I wish that the idea of being in the sky could support 50 people.

Your hill floats away. Everything in the universe falls apart. My hill.

Granted. However, the camels turn into 2 halves of crocodiles due to a bug in the CTRL-H function. I wish for a spoon capable of twisting time and space.

I smash all of the Kerbolar planets together, creating millions of "hill"s. My hills.

Granted. Europe was molten down and put into a mold of America already. I wish for a planet painting tool.

Granted. It can only kill a flea or two at a time. I wish for a folding machine.

Granted. Everybody who uses the internet is gone. I wish for a new boat.

Granted. The cookies are so good that your house becomes a sphere surrounding your cookies. I wish to turn houses into cubes.

I use the power of extraterrestrial objects to remove the atmosphere, rendering the pegasi dead. (asteroids) My hill.

I mashed my keyboard 5 or so years ago.

Granted. Your electric shavers are the only working ones in a post-apocalyptic (solar flare happened) world, and the zombies want them. I wish for a pair of eyes.

Granted. It's charred paste now, and tastes terrible. I wish that explosions could be used to emphasize food quality.

Granted. You magically reverse time itself 2 minutes after I grant your wish. You are incapable of anything but backwards until before I grant your wish, but in all temporal existences you only get one wish. I wish for one fish per pixel.

Granted. You are forced to give them to your alien overlords. We don't eat baked goods in this household, boy! I wish for the tardis to turn into something more interesting.