Granted, a finger curls. A finger curls. The double curl creates an enormous explosion of every wish and every consequence that ever came from the monkeys paw. Each bad wish flies off in its own direction and finds a new host to infect like a parasite. Each wish flies past you but each time a wish finds its new desired host you get a sharp pain in your lower region. It’s the ball cancer, every wish that resulted in ball cancer finds its way back to you. Your balls become so cancerous you must be castrated and then quarantined within a led cell. You are forgotten and left there forever, you sit and wait to die. Death never comes, one of the ball cancer wishes was the result of a wish for immortality no matter what. You sit there for eternity, crazy, ballless and alone; a constant throbbing ache from where your testicles once lay.
That sounds like a wish to me. The monkeys finger, severed from the rest of the hand, curls one final curl into rigor mortis. Granted. The heat in the box is turned up by a few degrees each year and every time you manage to drift off to sleep you’re met with a vivid dream that you’re walking toward your front door, you see your dream girl in the hallway, she’s wearing her finest lingerie waiting for you, you reach for your penis and lo and behold it’s not there. You’re shocked awake and remember everything within moments. The faint smell of the home cooking you desperately long for is replaced by the smell of your own turds and urine that are flushed from the box only monthly. There’s also a cat that hates you in the box, he doesn’t hurt you he just turns his nose up at you and sits on the other side of the box, huffing and waltzing away to the other side if you try to get close or befriend him. Maybe some super bright lights or something as well, I don’t know I think I’m walking the line of sanity here already.
Granted, the finger curls tightly around the wrist of your "me time" hand, essentially forming a tourniquet cutting off blood flow until you lose the hand.
Granted. One of your fingers curls and you are now in a lot of pain.
I already have a permanently curled finger i dont want two
Too bad bro
Alternatively it could curl backwards.
Granted.
It was holding a gun. You've been shot.
Granted. Please roll a D100 on the Wild Magic table.
I got a 46 i cast levitate on myself
Granted, a finger curls. A finger curls. The double curl creates an enormous explosion of every wish and every consequence that ever came from the monkeys paw. Each bad wish flies off in its own direction and finds a new host to infect like a parasite. Each wish flies past you but each time a wish finds its new desired host you get a sharp pain in your lower region. It’s the ball cancer, every wish that resulted in ball cancer finds its way back to you. Your balls become so cancerous you must be castrated and then quarantined within a led cell. You are forgotten and left there forever, you sit and wait to die. Death never comes, one of the ball cancer wishes was the result of a wish for immortality no matter what. You sit there for eternity, crazy, ballless and alone; a constant throbbing ache from where your testicles once lay.
Oh... Oh no
Could be worse
HOW
At least you're not dropped in a box at the bottom of the ocean?
Actually, an immortality wish probably resulted in that at one point, sorry man, you're kinda fucked
Maybe one of the wishes was to be rich and immortal, obviously it doesnt save me but at least i suffer knowing im rich
That sounds like a wish to me. The monkeys finger, severed from the rest of the hand, curls one final curl into rigor mortis. Granted. The heat in the box is turned up by a few degrees each year and every time you manage to drift off to sleep you’re met with a vivid dream that you’re walking toward your front door, you see your dream girl in the hallway, she’s wearing her finest lingerie waiting for you, you reach for your penis and lo and behold it’s not there. You’re shocked awake and remember everything within moments. The faint smell of the home cooking you desperately long for is replaced by the smell of your own turds and urine that are flushed from the box only monthly. There’s also a cat that hates you in the box, he doesn’t hurt you he just turns his nose up at you and sits on the other side of the box, huffing and waltzing away to the other side if you try to get close or befriend him. Maybe some super bright lights or something as well, I don’t know I think I’m walking the line of sanity here already.
Granted you wasted a wish.
Is it a waste if i got exactly what i wanted
Granted, the finger curls tightly around the wrist of your "me time" hand, essentially forming a tourniquet cutting off blood flow until you lose the hand.
What if i dont do 'me time'
Then your dominate hand.
IM AMBIDEXTROUS SO I LOSE BOTH OF THEM?
You do now
The monkey’s paw curls one finger to grant your wish… and then another curls as its consequence.
A second wish has been granted, and only the paw knows what it is.
Granted. It curls two fingers. You now have to live the rest of your life paranoid that unforeseen consequences will happen at any time.
Granted you have roomatoid arthritis in your thumb now.
Granted. It curls an extra finger.
Four of the monkey’s fingers curl, displaying the bird. Slowly, your body begins betraying you, slowly and steadily curling info a pretzel.
Eventually, you cannot move, and completely atrophy into a pretzel shape.
The monkeys paw curls. Then implodes and ceases to exist.