Wait hold up that's a plot. There's a sick story in there somewhere.Granted! You receive a mysterious quill that helps you focus and gather your thoughts quickly. You even get commissions for dark-themed stories that pay very well.
However, every published or sold text finds its way into reality – and you can't get rid of the quill or its powers.
Congratulations, you can heal from any sickness, disease, damage, or otherwise harmful condition. In fact, your body heals so well, that you barely even age. You remain your current age and appearance for centuries.Granted. You now posses the beautiful, and young, body of a dog. It’s perfectly breed to be aesthetically pleasing and win all of the pet shows and they’re less than three years young. Didn’t say the body had to be human
I wish I could heal from any sort of damage/disease.
Granted. You now posses the beautiful, and young, body of a dog. It’s perfectly breed to be aesthetically pleasing and win all of the pet shows and they’re less than three years young. Didn’t say the body had to be human
I wish I could heal from any sort of damage/disease.
Use at will, I won't mind.Wait hold up that's a plot. There's a sick story in there somewhere.
Congratulations, you can heal from any sickness, disease, damage, or otherwise harmful condition. In fact, your body heals so well, that you barely even age. You remain your current age and appearance for centuries.
Your friends and loved ones beg for your anti-aging secrets initially, but eventually become suspicious when fifty years pass and you've barely changed a day. They abandon you. Several churches try to exorcise you. Forming relationships with people in the year 3030 proves challenging, as you remember a time now immemorial where you made a wish on a forum that changed everything.
You age past the expiration of the human race. Your body heals any damage or affliction imparted on it—by the world or yourself. The blind eternities take you and you find out that there is no god. Only endlessness. The void of space has no oxygen and you can't breathe, but your lungs refuse to decay, regenerating only to suffer another agonizing collapse.
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*Cough*
Granted! The next...oh...oh that’s meThe dog is happy by default, so I wish for the next person's wish to be reversed and doubled!![]()