Diabolical666
Well-Known Member
Poof you just inherited a bar from Uncle Quentin .You find out its called the Titty Twister and its in the desert ran by hooker vampires (ok, not so bad?)Wish granted. It's everything you hoped for. You sell real estate in your ever expanding subdivision and Miley, your wife, is a stay at home mom (with hepatitis) caring for your three kids, Dana, Robbie and little Carol Anne. Then some really weird shit starts to happen: cupboard doors open on their own, furniture rearranges itself and chairs go sliding across the kitchen floor. It's fun and entertaining at first but soon becomes a nightmare when Carol Anne is sucked through a closet portal into the spectral plane, and can only communicate through the white noise on your TV.
I wish I owned my own bar.
I wish for the super power of super stength