the bext drinks in the world are poisonous; you die.
i wish for a teleportation device.
Granted. The burning crate was filled with radioactive isotopes, filling your house with radiation.
I wish I had a computer made of tungsten.
Granted. He permabans you.
I wish I healed fully from the fracture in my Arm. Now. For real. Seriously, I don't want to wait for 4 weeks.
Your skin grows back pretty quickly, but this isn't magic: it's cancer. The tumor grows very rapidly and kills you.
I wish for a copy of every video game that has been made, including the device that makes them work. Everything will remain functioning, and no other calamity will happen to me, anybody, or anything else.
Granted. It only lasts 5 seconds and you die.
I wish for immortality.