Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[Mr. Staccato he/him]

Granted.

 

BOON: You now possess the Talent to make people spill out their gut-wrenching secrets and various other things that they would never, EVER reveal while in their right mind simply by leading the conversation with a sob story of your own.

 

Really useful power, mind you - except for the fact that actual people do in fact do this to get other people to spill their secrets in real life. Yours is just UPGRADED SYMPATHY. 

 

BANE: From now on, all your future forum signatures have to be written in braille.

WISH: I wish that in this reality bad metaphors were lethal.

Edited April 5, 2016 by Mr. Staccato

[Citadel16 he/him]

granted. you walk your life killing people with bad puns.

 

bane: you lose the ability to recognize people you love.

 

 

I with I knew FMA clap-alchemy!

[natc]

You lose a limb, and the one person closest to you loses their body. Best figure out how to turn them into a cognitive shadow or bind them to the physical again, you have seconds before they fade.

I wish for nicrosil feruchemy.

[Argel he/him]

Granted! However, the you forget your identity when you use it!

 

I wish there were mecha in the Cosmere!!

[Rasarr she/her]

Granted. On Nalthis, they Awaken giant stone statues with heads hollowed out and eyes replaced with glass for pilot's convenience. On Scadrial, they make more steampunkish mecha, using various BoM-spoilers-related tech. On Sel, they create giant Aon-powered constructs of pure light. On Roshar, they feed Stormlight to a Shardplate put on a giant statue, and then something-something-fabrial-magitek to make it work. At any rate, Cosmere now has mecha.

 

I wish to be a nicrosil twinborn, but with nicrosil available to me and with no nicrosil allergy.

[Argel he/him]

Is my bane that the Cosmere now has mecha?   

 

Your wish is granted. Your bane is you are stuck on Braize with Odium. Cheers to your continued good health!!

 

I wish Alcatraz was part of the Cosmere.

[Eccentric Hero he/him]

Alcatraz is now part of the Cosmere. He breaks it.

Your bane is that if you read the future broken Cosmere books, they will break your mind.

 

I wish to become a vessel for a shard.

[Rasarr she/her]

Granted. You become a vessel for... Recreancy. Pros: Unlimited cosmic power and freedom to do with them as you chose, as you're currently not invested. Cons: you quickly start to take after your aspect. 

 

I wish to get the hell outta Braize and preferably not into interplanetary void or a star.

 

Is my bane that the Cosmere now has mecha? 

 

Ah, you see, your bane is that you will never know what it is. But rest assured it's there. Preparing. Watching. Waiting.

[StormWrath he/him]

Granted. You become a vessel for... Recreancy. Pros: Unlimited cosmic power and freedom to do with them as you chose, as you're currently not invested. Cons: you quickly start to take after your aspect. 

 

I wish to get the hell outta Braize and preferably not into interplanetary void or a star.

 Waiting.

Granted. You will live for the rest of your life in shadesmar and you will never be able to get out of it.

I wish to be a knight radiant with access to all of the 10 surges of surgebinding

[odubay]

Granted. All foods are now poisonous to you except acorns and treacle.

 

I wish for a bane that is unharmful and benign. 

[Argel he/him]

Granted. You pass on to the Great Beyond.

 

I wish to know what my bane is from my Mecha wish.

[Sunbird she/her]

Granted. You pass on to the Great Beyond.

 

I wish to know what my bane is from my Mecha wish.

 

Granted. Your bane from your mecha wish is that the mecha become sentient and turn into SkyNet.

Your bane from wishing to know your mecha bane is that you now live in the SkyNetMecha-dominated Cosmere.

 

I wish for 5 boxes of Tagalongs. (Peanut butter Girl Scout cookies)

[Erunion he/him]

You are unworthy of the deliciousness for free. However, a girl scout will be sent your way. Eventually. 

In the meantime, you are granted access to both peanut butter and flour, so that you can make your own should you wish.

 

I wish for an ability to make effective Hemalurgic spikes without causing any long term damage (IE: Spike someone, then heal them completely, so you get both the spike and the original user).

[killersquirrel59 he/him]

Holy crap! This thing is really still going?!?! damnation, I never expected this to take off this much when I started it 18 months ago.

 

Granted. However your method in some way involves the use of Hemalurgic copper which strips the subject of the memory of why you just stabbed them with a big spike. Get ready for some really awkward explaining.

 

I wish for Hoid to make a cameo in my life.

[Argel he/him]

Granted. It's a cold, rainy day as you head to the Brandon panel you spent months saving up for. Suddenly, someone that looks just like Hoid rushs past, splashing muddy water onto your cosplay outfit you spent years making. He half turns, offering a quick apology as continues his mad dash to who knows where. A few seconds later the shock of the incident begins to wear off. You numbly start walking forward, but trip on part of your now wet outfit, causing you to fall and hit your head. You then roll off, sliding down the hill into a nearby pond, completely ruining your outfit. You drag yourself out of the frigid water and in a daze head back to your hotel to change into something dry.  In your hazy state of mind, you fail to head the don't cross light, and are hit by a car. After being in a comma for several years, you wake up with no memory of the event. You later learn that somone framed Brandon Sanderon for breaking in and stealing several crates of the upcoming expansion to Magic the Gathering. After sorting the mess out, Brandon tells fans that he has decided to never write Liars or Partinal.

 

Your bane is bad luck for the rest of your life. 

 

Since I am in the SkyNet version of Cosmere, I wish to become that Cosmere's version of John Connor.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Argel

[Erunion he/him]

 

Granted. However your method in some way involves the use of Hemalurgic copper which strips the subject of the memory of why you just stabbed them with a big spike. Get ready for some really awkward explaining.

 

Sweet! I'd best explain everything beforehand, and have them sign a release form with explicit mention of the amnesiac properties...

 

 

Since I am in the SkyNet version of Cosmere, I wish to become that Cosmere's version of John Connor.

 

Granted. You are killed as an infant child, when a shard-mecha goes back in time.

 

Your bane is that some of the cognitive terror of that moment seeped over; your Earth-prime self will always react in fear and horror whenever you see any computing device, or any machine that contains one. 

 

I wish that I could draw effectively; that I would have the ability to translate the images in my head onto paper or any other such medium. 

[Argel he/him]

Granted. You have the ability to create the greatest masterpieces, the most touching portraits of everyday life, the most stunning modern art ... if only you could concentrate on the same mental image long enough to actually finish it. Your bane is you are now colorblind.

 

I wish I was done with my taxes.

[Erunion he/him]

Granted. You are done with them. It is an excellent job. You should be proud. 

 

Your bane is that the IRS will 'randomly' audit you. Every year. Without fail. And they'll make you fill out tons of extra forms.

 

I wish to know and be able to apply everything I need to pass my Linear Systems course.... (Just pass. I don't need to do too well. No need to get greedy. My other courses will keep the GPA up... Probably.)

[Argel he/him]

Granted. The day of the dreaded final for Linear Systems comes. It's one of  your first ones, though it's late in the day so you have extra time to prepare. You focus intently on studying, and fortunately your alarm goes off an hour before the test. It jolts you out of your reverie, and you quickly take a shower, hit the local panini style cafe for some brain food, and head off to the final, knowing your fate is in your hands.

 

The final for Linear Systems is a grueling slog. Sweat forms on your brow as you intently focus on the convoluted problems your insane professor cooked up. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, and your first  impulse is to give up and switch majors. But you buckle down, finding mental resolve you never knew you had. So focused are you that you barely hear the ticking of the clock, as you tackle problems of varying degrees of ... ease?! As a bread of sweat dribbles onto a corner of your test, you realize it all makes sense to you now!!

 

The rest of the test is a breeze, and you later learn you aced it.

 

Unfortunately, you used all of your mental energy up on this one test and slept through the rest of your finals. If only you had found a holistic approach, a way to integrate Linear Systems in with the rest of your studies, instead making it your sole focus!

 

Your bane is that you will never hold a job in the field you now understand the most. Which is still better than being audited by the IRS every year.

 

(Loosely based on a true story! I actually had a CompSci final in the evening that was so mentally draining that I went bed that night, setting the alarm for 3AM to study for next mornings final because I was incapable at the time. I did really well on both, and completed my major. Unlike you. ).

 

I wish I could do the cover art for one of Brandon's books!

 

(Edit: Ouch, that was a painful Wikipedia article to read. Repressed memories of my math classes. I see more therapy in my future.          )

Edited April 11, 2016 by Argel

[Rasarr she/her]

Edit: ninja'd! Well...

 

Granted. You're contracted to do the cover art for the first book in "modern" Mistborn trilogy. If all goes well, you could even get all three. As your bane, you now hiccup every time you say, write or think the word "cover".

 

I wish for some kindly time traveller to drop by and give me all volumes of White Sand. 

Edited April 11, 2016 by Rasarr

[Erunion he/him]

Granted. The day of the dreaded final for Linear Systems comes. It's one of  your first ones, though it's late in the day so you have extra time to prepare. You focus intently on studying, and fortunately your alarm goes off an hour before the test. It jolts you out of your reverie, and you quickly take a shower, hit the local panini style cafe for some brain food, and head off to the final, knowing your fate is in your hands.

 

The final for Linear Systems is a grueling slog. Sweat forms on your brow as you intently focus on the convoluted problems your insane professor cooked up. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, and your first  impulse is to give up and switch majors. But you buckle down, finding mental resolve you never knew you had. So focused are you that you barely hear the ticking of the clock, as you tackle problems of varying degrees of ... ease?! As a bread of sweat dribbles onto a corner of your test, you realize it all makes sense to you now!!

 

The rest of the test is a breeze, and you later learn you aced it.

 

Unfortunately, you used all of your mental energy up on this one test and slept through the rest of your finals. If only you had found a holistic approach, a way to integrate Linear Systems in with the rest of your studies, instead making it your sole focus!

 

Your bane is that you will never hold a job in the field you now understand the most. Which is still better than being audited by the IRS every year.

 

(Loosely based on a true story! I actually had a CompSci final in the evening that was so mentally draining that I went bed that night, setting the alarm for 3AM to study for next mornings final because I was incapable at the time. I did really well on both, and completed my major. Unlike you. ).

 

I wish I could do the cover art for one of Brandon's books!

 

(Edit: Ouch, that was a painful Wikipedia article to read. Repressed memories of my math classes. I see more therapy in my future.          )

 

I feel you. But that's fine! I never liked linear systems anyway... 

And I'm doing well enough in my other courses I might actually be able to pass without writing the final... hrmm....

Resarr, your wish is granted. You are given all the volumes of White Sand. You're so excited, you turn to open them, only to find they're full of White Sand, and nothing else. 

The white haired, arrow faced traveler laughs and disappears before you can say anything. 

Your bane is that you now will feel (white) sand on your inner thighs for the rest of your life. It's not real, but it feels like it's there, and you can never get it off.

I wish to be able to effectively convey emotional content and Intent through text and over the internet, so that none may be offended by reading into my writing things that are not there!

Edited April 11, 2016 by Erunion

[Vander]

Not granted. The butthurt is too strong.

 

I wish to not check this thread again for two days.

Edited April 15, 2016 by Car'a'carn

[Bugsy he/him]

Not granted. The butthurt is too strong.

I wish to not check this thread again for two days.

Granted. Your bane is that you'll never know what I posted below this because I'll edit it out before you see it...

(I'm not actually going to post anything )

I wish for a new car

Edited April 15, 2016 by Bugsy6912

[Rasarr she/her]

Granted. The next time you take part in any competition or lottery with a car as a prize, you'll win it. However, until the end of your life, you will be plagued by phone calls from used car salesmen.

 

I wish for a free luxurious around-the-world cruise.

[Bugsy he/him]

Granted. The next time you take part in any competition or lottery with a car as a prize, you'll win it. However, until the end of your life, you will be plagued by phone calls from used car salesmen.

 

I wish for a free luxurious around-the-world cruise.

Granted, have fun on the Titanic II

I wish I could run a 5 minute mile