All human-on-human use of weapons is no more, but learning that Diablo III originally released with a player-to-player auction house where real money is traded for loot found by others sends you into such a blind fury that you seek to fist-fight literally everyone who worked on Diablo III; all...
I direct exciting and fantastical movies with commercial and critical success on a regular basis, but I also become a serial killer who targets anybody who enjoys alcohol and get away with it because my filming locations are all over the world.
I wish life never started on any planet.
Infinitely and rapidly spawning tacos completely overwhelm all space in the Universe and collapse everything we've ever known into a new cosmic egg.
I wish for everyone to have perfect metabolism, completely negating the need of bathrooms.
Your dead-end job resembles a cross between a barber and Gamestop clerk; all you do is plug martial arts programs into customers' cybernetic skulls and they leave knowing all the moves.
I wish you didn't give me that obvious opportunity to reference The Matrix.
With nothing to do, that man who has been disarming over 30,000 of his own landmines since the Vietnam War gets bored and starts killing innocent children.
I wish to understand some peoples' murderous obsession with shiny things like gold.
The Sissors are all arrested after their loss in Anaheim for steroid abuse, the timing is thanks to corruption in sports management.
I wish professional sports didn't have anything to it beyond the athletes (authentically) performing well; no merchandise, no audience, no drugs.