I’ve always dreamt of waking in a magic forest. And I mean like, no explanation. Just Poof I’m there, kinda thing. I think a lot of it stems from games like Zelda or any RPG.
As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.
One of those 90’s plot-convenient nothing jobs that leaves me plenty of time and money for hanging out with my friends living in a major city.
Socialism would be nice.
Or just something that can actually be called democratic with a straight face.
Managed Democracy 😎
I’d like minimum wage to be able to support my family, so that a job flipping burgers could actually feed us
Failing that, to live as a bunny in a cottagecore tree stump, spending my days slicing up strawberries like they’re roasts, and baking pies with my neighbours
I’d keep my eye on the latter. The former is far less likely.
Getting laid.
Honestly? I would like our earth - friendly technology online, ecological not total utopia but some Earth-first version of our world. All the housing, food, and energy generation done in some organic beautiful way, like growing your house, yes? Nearly unlimited energy generation, just because the sun shines and the wind blows clean water for all with the waste water used in some helpful way, no food insecurity for anyone.
Be able to shapeshift so my body can finally match my identity
Solarpunk
I’d like to be a peregrine falcon. No natural predator, able to soar above it all.
I’d also like to be wealthy enough, not in any unethical or greedy way, to have my own home by myself and not have to work, simply so I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace. No need for golden toilets and limousines, just the ability to get up in the morning and have peace and be free of fear of what is happening to me right now.
I want to know how to cast magic spells.
A harem of goblin chicks. Simple as.
To be clear, would you BE one in the harem or would the harem belong to you?
he want to be the harem
Meet truck-kun
Secret group of super powered freedom fighters recruits me to their cause on the basis that I’ve got some kind of special sauce inherent to my being. Hot chicks who’ve admired me from the shadows hand me weapons that I somehow already know how to use, and only their utter devotion to our world-saving cause keeps them from ripping my clothes off and covering me in kisses. All the horror and suffering of my life finds meaning in a mission the fulfills my need for purpose.
The good guys winning.
Wish granted ! Stand right there I’ll be back in a sec !
The Truck Kun commeth
Iametekudasaaaiii, turuku-kun!
