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.
Becoming an agent of an ancient entity who gives me power and prestige in exchange for aiding with their possibly-evil goals.
Like my Fursona!
Getting laid.
furries rn: become my fursona
Socialism would be nice.
Or just something that can actually be called democratic with a straight face.
Managed Democracy 😎
Godzilla
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.
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.
Acquire all Investiture.
The powers of a dead god.
Two extra inches. Either height or… Y’know. Ideally both.
Hey, you can get those two extra inches with dedication and training! You just gotta start with the smaller plugs until your circumference can stretch 2 extra inches :D
I want to be able to remove my body parts and put them back without harming myself. That’s old school sorcery skills.
Holding out for a vampire prince. So far, the prospects have been enthusiastic but anatomically illiterate.
In case you’re not aware, there’s a whole genre of media like that called isekai.
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.
Night of the Comet
