Midnight Seeker

Granted. You get your Villain Mustache. You also get your villain origin which involves a tragic and disfiguring accident. I decide not to steal your heart though. I look forward to your acts of villainous revenge against the world. I wish tae stop suffering throat problems.

Granted. The first place you visit is so very quiet. I got there first. The mist is rising. And you are stuck on an island. You hear my laughing? Time to play. I wish I no longer require sleep.

Granted. You don't have to leave the game. I steal your legs and wire you up to the computer so all you can do is browse the interweb. So you can play the game as much as you like. But know that when you stop, I'll remove your heart from your chest. Such is my quirk. I wish I was drunk right now.

Granted. But in becoming royalty, you realise that you have in fact very little power, almost no free time and tons of boring stuff to sit through. Until a coup happens and you are forced to flee for your life. Just as you make it to safety, I suddenly appear and rip out your still beating heart. For giggles. I wish I was no longer sick (I has norovirus and haven't slept in four nites and have a constant thirst).

Granted. Luck is what I call my axe. I'll give you all the best of her. I promise. I wish that all limits on me could be removed! Oh, my sweet, darling summer child.

Granted. One falls on you leaving you crippled thus unable to ever pilot one. Then there is a war which leaves the world a blasted wasteland with humanity now a dying race. I then strap you to a ruined hulk of a Moble Suit and leave you to to slowly die of thirst and exposure. I stick around to tickle your nose with a feather and sing off key for hours. I wish that I only needed an hour of sleep a night.

Sorry bud, I've been covering a lot of shifts at work and it causes me to get a bit stressed. Makes me highly disorganised. Good luck to you in writing your story.

How about you give her a strong sense of humour? Keep everything else, but have her make jokes here and there, so she subtle and/or blatantly mocks others. It would make her somewhat of an optimist and her dialogue might become what your readers like the most.

I will never declare peace throughout the world then. Infuriated that someone once again tried to change me, I go on a chainsaw rampage, challenging everyone to a one on one duel on the spot if they dinnae have their chainsaws ready that's their problem whoops looks like I killed everyone else bar you and I on this planet so I guess there might be peace but I cannae let that happen as that would mean I'd be going back on my word so I guess I'll torture you till doomsday and to keep the fun times magical I take both your eyes first but leaving your hearing just fine so you can hear me sing off key non stop as I slowly make you wish you hadn't removed my beloved ability to steal hearts so I believe that all this is more your fault than mine. I wish for whomever makes the next wish to slap themselves in the face first as hard as they can.

Granted. You get Chun-Li and Cammy. I show up later with MY girls. Meleena from Mortal Kombat and BloodRayne from the gaming series. Oh, I dinnae do anything. I just watch with my ladies as the two Street Fighters kick the ever living Hell out of you for thinking so lowly of them. It will be a relief for you when I rip out your still beating heart. A little respect towards the ladies goes a long way. I wish I was multi lingo.

Granted. I'll put it in your empty chest cavity. Guess what I nicked from you? I wish I could turn into a monster at will

Granted. However, I just so happen to have a smaller army of weasels. Smaller. . . . but far more deadly. My dancing minions assassinate your mallard hoard. Dash the eggs and leave your once great army rotting in the sun. It was easy. The ducks were just sitting around pooping and fornicating. Why'd you want an army of ducks? That's a terrible idea. Anyway, to the victor, the spoils. Heart rippy time. I wish for a coffee.

Here you go. It's right there. Go on, help yourself and enjoy it. A lovely serving of enchiladas and tacos. Ignore all those dead people and the fact you cannot leave. Eat. Your. Meal. Eat it boy. Now eat the second course. And the third. How many more? Tell me how many stars are in the sky. The answer is the same. You want to stop? That glue on your seat won't let you sit up. You don't want me to force feed you either. Eat. I can stop this though. You just need to say the words. Very certain words. Those words are as follows. "Please rip out my heart" Only then will your meal end. Here is your fourth course. I wish for a hug.

Granted. You walk into a room, only to catch me in the shower, blissfully unaware of you as I sing loudly off key as I soap my fat hairy Scottish body. The door locked behind you by the way. You will thank God later when I rip out your heart. I wish to go on a grand adventure with Derpy Hooves, Doctor Whoves and The Great Trixie.

A duck is now your hat. This horrifies and distresses the poor avian and it thrashes around in a panic as it quacks in horror at what has been done to it. You'd take it off, but the duck is stuck to your nut. I end your suffering by tearing out your heart. Then I free the duck. I'm not a monster. I wish to be a monster.

Granted. You suddenly find yourself in a large mansion from which there is no escape. You find a letter that reads as follows "Dear meat, I welcome you to this humble abode. Please make yourself at home, but know that I am now stalking you. WHEN I catch you, I shall tear out your still beating heart. This will hurt. A lot. You best start running. That's my breath you feel on your neck" That ought tae wake you up. I wish to no longer have throat and eye problems.

And the reason 20 Cooler made no wish was I got to indulge my hobby. In saying that, the heart was indeed somewhat cooler than others. I wish I was financially secure and self reliant.

G. . . g. . . g. . . g. . . g. . . g. . . g. . . granted. Yo. . . yo. . . you run ow. . . ow. . . ow. . ow. . out of breath instead. I would rip out your heart, but I'm still defrosting. You get a painful stitch instead. And some ragamuffin steals your wallet. I keep advancing on you, but despite your pain, you are able tae escape simply by moving at a brisk walking pace. You have to sleep sometime. I wish to get everyone everywhere

Far be it for me tae a nitpicker, but the way you worded that means that your wish doesn't come true, thus no one gets their wish granted. So I tear out your heart. And for my part, I wish people would stop trying tae change me! It's quite hurtful and insulting. Just because I change folk from living to late, and ruin many shirts, doesn't mean I tried tae change who you were *sniffle*

Granted, but I (after I go through the hassle of changing my name back and hiring creepy clowns to haunt Slayer for the rest of his natural life) Clamp my hand over your mouth and tear out your heart before you can make a single one. This makes your wish null and void. I'm pretty content right now, so I'll just wish for judgement day to happen right now.

Fine. I kill all the other players. They I send you a message politely informing you that that the moment you stop playing the game, for whatever reason, will be the moment I rip out your heart. Happy gaming. I wish to get up early tomorrow.