Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[StormblessedSurvivor he/him]

Granted. Successful at failing in role-play. Wanna jump over a small crack in the ground? You fail. You fall into it. If you play Dungeons and Dragons....well let's just say things won't be good *mumbles about tarrasques, dragons, mind flayers, level 20 wizards, etc.*

 

I wish to be good socially.

 

 

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, you now are very bad at math.

I wish for invincibility.

Edited January 15, 2019 by Lunamor

[Ink he/him]

Granted. You are invincible, however, you age at twice the rate you otherwise would. 

I wish for a million dollars.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granted. You get it in pennies.

I wish for a hug from Kelsier.

[Ink he/him]

Granted, from now on, you smell so bad, nobody else wants to even get close to you, much less hug you.

 

 

I wish to understand everything and not explode my mind.

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, your skull explodes instead.

I wish for a strawberry.

[Kelsier'sGodComplex she/her]

Granted, but it is hollow and rotten.

 

I wish for no homework, but I still want to have straight As. I also want the knowledge I would gain by doing homework. 

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but you now gain no knowledge from classwork.

I wish for a blowgun.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granted, but you're on Scadrial in an alternate universe where Preservation has more control. No weapons. You could hurt each other!

I wish for my friends to read more Brandon Sanderson.

[Kelsier'sGodComplex she/her]

Granted, but they don't remember anything and they don't care about the cosmere.

EDIT: I wish for a cake.

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but you can only stare at it, not eat it.

I wish for an African Grey Parrot (If you don’t know what one is, look up a video. They are amazing!!!).

[Kelsier'sGodComplex she/her]

Granted, but it is dead.

 

I wish for a freash cake that I can do whatever I want with it. (Like eat it.)

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but the Nightwatcher has no idea what “freash” means, so she gives you a three month old cake. 

I wish for the ability to sing well.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granted. You're the best tenor in Ruin's Inquisitor choir. Nice job on that solo last century by the way!

I wish for the powers of a natural fullborn, no hemalurgy involved.

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but all metal disappears.

I wish for a loyal pet.

[Mailnaise she/her]

Granted, but the pet is only loyal once you are dead, and it never leaves your grave site.

-Mother of Mailnaise

She wishes for the energy of a 5-year-old, without being one. 

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but she is now prone to extreme temper tantrums.

I wish for good cooking skills.

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

1 hour ago, Lunamor said:

I wish for good cooking skills.

Granted!

You are now the most amazing chef in the world, unfortunately that's a short lived distinction. Your bane is that you are transported into outer space without a spacesuit. As your lungs collapse from the equalization of pressure between your lungs and the vacuum of space, a single tear falls from your eye and freezes in the form of a perfect sphere while the oxygen in your blood boils away.

Fortunately there is an afterlife and you are still a good cook in the here after. 

If you end up in heaven you can cook like an angel.

If you are reincarnated, then you cook amazing vegetarian dishes.

If you go to hell, well, it's always BBQ night.

[Arash.F he/him]

@hoiditthroughthegrapevine So Nightwatcher asks what U wish for?

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

@Arash.F Here's my wish for the Nightwatcher.

I wish that everyone in the world would be unable to swear for one full day, and further if anyone tried to swears during this 24 hour period the foul language that would normally be coming out of their mouth would be replaced by a butterfly or a fragrant breeze redolent of roses or some other such substitution.

I would be very interested to see what effect this would have.

[+Ark1002]

Granted, but the next day no one will be able to say anything but swear words.

I wish to become the next God King.

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted, but you are merely a puppet and have your tounge get cut out.

I wish for 1000 breaths.

[Ink he/him]

Granted. You have 1000 breaths until you die. 999... 998... 997...

 

I wish for a long and prosperous life.

[Lunamor she/her]

Granted. Here you go:

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I wish for a chicken nugget.

 

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

 

7 hours ago, Lunamor said:

I wish for a chicken nugget.

The Nightwatcher gets a very peculiar smile on her face and snickers a bit to herself before she says "Granted".

With much anticipation, you go back to your domicile and discover that you have indeed been given a "Chicken Nugget". You soon discover that this is in fact no ordinary chicken nugget.

You have been given an Awakened Chicken Nugget, that was awakened with 10,000 breaths and given the command "Rule well". Seeing as this chicken nugget bears an uncanny resemblance to the first president of the United States, George Washington, you decide to set up a presidential campaign office for your awakened sentient Nugget. Here's one of the more popular presendential campaign poster for your canidate, George McNugget:

Needless to say, when your awakened chicken nugget makes the most brilliant political move since Karl Rove used micro-targeting for political ads and picks BBQ sauce as his running mate, George McNugget wins in a landslide victory. And because he is a candidate that comes from the heartland of America and is a composite of many different animals and many different parts of those animals, he governs as a true consensus builder. And since he is technically your Chicken Nugget, you get to move into the White House with him.

The campaign had a bunch of memorable buttons too, but I'll let you fill those slogans in for yourself.

 

I wish that my canidate for the 2020 presidential Election won instead of George McNugget, Barack Toastbama:

Edited January 17, 2019 by hoiditthroughthegrapevine