Granted. Your enemies are somehow still living despite the loss of their skulls, and your allies adore your skull collection more than you. You didn't mention who they had to adore after all.
Granted, but the adoration is at Adoring Fan (from Oblivion) level. "By Azura, by Azura, by Azura! It's Malourne! I can't believe it's really you, standing here before me!"
Granted, you will die before it finally gets published... under a different name that not even yours! (Thank your Editor for taking ALL the credit for the novel's overall inception afterwards, by the way...)
I wish for a better wish than the wish I was going to wish beforehand...
Granted, though the wish you wished for beforehand was marginally worse than the wish you ultimately received and only marginally better than the worst wish you could have wished for. So enjoy your coffee mug filled with slug feces.
I wish for a motley crew of ragtag misfits that will help me save the world.
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