watcher your wish is granted, You find out what that treat is But your mind cannot handle the truth, You seep in to a deep depression and when you sleep you get nightmares, so real it hurts, and with each hour you lay in rest they get worse and worse. You start to see things, they are strange and morbid, you lose track of reality and the ablity to tell whether your asleep or awake. 2 days latter you commit sucide by cutting a deep hole in your stomach and pulling out your internal organs while laughing in a strange tounge.
Or
Watcher your wish for a car is granted, You get a suped up evo with nos and stuff like that, You decide to enter in an illegal street race. However you are now a bad driver and lost everything in the race, unable to cope with what happened you try to run away, but alas only to get shot in the head by the thug you lost to
Or
Watcher your wish for a house is granted, however unknow to you the house belonged to a dead deamon worshiping sociopath. during the 1st night you hear strange unhuman moaning sounds propagateing form the basement, you lay frightened in bed, slowly you assure yourself its just your next door neighbour playing house on haunted hill. You manage to sleep but you have a strange nightmare about a dark figure looming over your bed you awake up in cold fright only to stare at ..................
Or
Watcher your wish for hot ladies is granted, you live in paradise like island in the middle of the pacific with all your girls, however it dosen\'t feel right inside, something is missing, you can\'t tell what it is . Days go by and you stare out at the horizon dazed and confused, you decide to build a rath and find civilation. After an hour of drifting you hit an invisable barrier, its slick curved surface presses aginst your hand as you try to make sense of it, your mind goes blank you don\'t understand ! how ? what ? where ? questions exoplode in your head, you lose your balance and fall out of the crudely made transport, the \"ocean\" won\'t let you go, your blinded by its deep bluish expense, your lungs painfully screams for air but you can\'t move ...
Merry christmas
-i read to much lovecraft, so becareful what you wish for-
