*A brass lamp sits at the top of a tall and treacherous spire. A faint glow falling from a small hole in the roof of the cavern. You make ready to climb. Hours on the brink of death. One false move and you could plummet hundreds of stories to a sharp rocky death. You are finally at the top of the spire. The golden glow of light surrounds you. You rub the lamp and a cloud of smoke encircles you. Above you appears an almost godlike figure. He speaks. His voice echoing through your mind, "As a reward for your perilous journey, I will grant you any three wishes of your hearts desire."*
You know the rules. No wishing for more wishes, and no love related wishes. Choose wisely. (don't worry about wishing off the spire. you like, have a private jet or something to get down lol)
You know the rules. No wishing for more wishes, and no love related wishes. Choose wisely. (don't worry about wishing off the spire. you like, have a private jet or something to get down lol)