Granted
I wish that wishes aren't really wishes but nerfpistols.
Granted, we all have nerf battles, causing chaos and outrage. There is no more CLs, no more HAs, no more community. Just, nerf fights. Of course leadership doesn't take this well and Inject and Old Crow become alcoholics. They waste all their money on booze and Inject falls into a comma, meanwhile, Old Crow has become a homeless man with only a cardboard box and vintage playboys to his name. Cadaver, however, for some reason, becomes Charles Xavier. He recruits me, you and Linkster to become Z-men. We fight crime n' shit. I am known as, Name-Man, a man of a thousand names. I change my name every battle, causing my enemy's to not know what to call me in their punch lines, rendering their attacks useless. Pyro, however, becomes Cute-man. His adorable avatar also renders enemy attacks useless. Linkster, of course, is the brony of the group. He's pretty useless, he just walks around making stupid jokes, saying "srs biz". Oh, and he gets our dinner on Mondays.
I wish for everyones nerf gun privileges to be revoked, therefore making a parallel universe where CG is still here, and Linkster is somewhat useful.