James White

Opera singing seems more useful. Also, YOU'VE BEEN TO ANTARCTICA?!? @SamwiseLovesLife please take me with you I need to see a wandering albatross before I die Would you rather wake up every day from a fulmar vomiting on your face or an orca nibbling your foot?

Watch the closest person to me get murdered. "Needs of the many" and all. Would you rather spend a year of your life in Antarctica or in Greenland? If you already live in either location, feel free to say why.

The music one. Absolutely without a doubt. LOL yes. But what about stairs? The USA requires ramps and elevators everywhere due to the Americans with Disabilities Act. Does Australia have a similar law? Would you rather be able to fly or have a perfect photographic memory? Make sure to comment what you'd use your power for.

I need to see what this looks like. My soul needs this.

-I am heterosexual and I've never tried crossdressing. -The test says I'm an "anallophilic crossdresser." -What. Also, LOL Anal-o-philic I am mature and dignified

Yum, quite certainly (if accompanied with a glass of milk) Palolo worm gonads, spread onto toast. It's a thing in Indonesia and the South Pacific.

1920 Time to start ignoring the Eighteenth amendment of the US Constitution. Al Capone will hook us up with some quality "intoxicating liquors."

It's dead... for now.

Joined at the hip. That way any medical complications are more likely to be far from my brain. Here are your options: 1. Get pregnant and have a baby If you don't have the necessary organs, you grow them temporarily. The baby will be a parthenogenetic clone of you. Sorry @SamwiseLovesLife, but no sea animals (or amoebas) are involved here. Unless you really go an extra mile and genetically modify your eggs to be part shark or something. Good luck figuring out how to deliver a gene for denticles with a retrovirus. OR option two: 2. Walk, skip, or run at 1/4 your normal speed for the rest of your life. Other transportation methods are unaffected. People will judge you, especially at crosswalks.

I already have a passion for something obscure. I practice Historical European Martial Arts. I'll keep that one. WYR get your hair shaved off entirely or have it down to your ankles? You are stuck with your hairstyle for one month, after which it will magically revert to whatever you normally have.

If I could pack supplies for the trip and read some (disappointingly modern) survival guides, I'd totally go back in time. The Cretaceous era already has fruiting and flowering plants, so I'm sure something edible would turn up. Especially if I could plan my my time travel to take me to a rocky shoreline with tidepools. I at least know what can be eaten there. I'd totally write scientific observations and do experiments on organisms I find. I'd carve them on a stone tablet, which I'd then bury in ocean mud in hopes that paleontologists find it later. If I don't have time to prepare for such a trip, it's a death sentence. In that case, I guess I'll have to perform the smexuals for a female seahorse. I guess that's alright? Incidentally, sea horses form mated pairs each breeding season which follow each other around and link their tails together. They also do *shudder* courtship dances. I doubt carrying eggs will ever suck as much as that. Almost makes me want to take the death sentence trip to the Cretaceous anyway. Is it just me, or does @SamwiseLovesLife ask a lot of questions that involve having sex with sea animals? When you die, WYR be washed out to sea (be slowly decomposed by the hagfish, bacteria, and polychaete worms that live waaaay down on the seafloor), or have a Buddhist sky burial in Nepal (a butcher cuts up your corpse on a hill away from the village and feeds the pieces to griffon vultures).

BOIL EM, MASH EM, STICK EM IN A STEW Would you rather eat a heavily-bruised apple or a heavily-bruised banana? You won't get sick or anything, but still. Ew.

IT'S ALIVE

LOL Definitely the sea creatures, simply because they wouldn't give me some sort of horrible infection, and (as long as we stay in the ocean) the sea creature in question probably wouldn't be physically injured. As long as it's not a Humboldt, giant, or colossal squid. Their tentacles have claws. Also no blue-ringed octopuses, because if they give me a hickey I will die. This is all assuming the individual is a consenting adult cephalopod. If not, I'm changing my mind. But what if you catch psychopathy? Would you rather be mildly allergic to potatoes or deathly allergic to kiwis? The fruit, not the bird or New Zealander.

Falling off a cliff is not especially fatal. Being literally ripped apart almost certainly is. Would you rather shake hands with Donald Trump or Vladimir Putin? Keep in mind that Trump may dislocate your arm and Putin may steal any rings you have on at the moment.

You spend so much time riding the flawless unicorn that you become sensitized to the brutality of the outside world. One day, you will see a baby bird fall out of its nest. You will begin crying and never stop. In addition to constant sadness, salt and water deficiencies will be super annoying. Forever. I wish for a bowl of soup.

"Stop calling your toy cutlass a 'pirate sword.' Non-pirates carried them for two hundred years."

But poleaxe a require two hands to operate! NOOOOOOOOOOO! *yells despairingly* I wish someone would leave a wish for me to corrupt.

The @Momo population, no longer limited by disease, explodes (by mitosis, I guess). Australia is overrun by Momos. With their disease resistance giving them a marked evolutionary advantage, Momos soon replace all humans on the continent. Then the planet. Then the solar system, the galaxy, the Virgo supercluster, the local galactic filament, and eventually the entire observable universe. All are Momo. Momo is all. There is only Momo. Any adjacent universes are okay though. I wish I had an antique medieval poleaxe.

You learn to understand electric circuits by going to school, doing an absurd amount of homework, and eventually getting a degree in electrical engineering. It takes five years and $86,000. I wish most American politicians weren't in the pockets of the health care industry.

I give you a break. In one of your bones. You get to pick which one though. I wish I had an army of teenage mutant ninja fishes living in my fish pond that would go out every night and assassinate my political enemies.

You can do so by snapping your fingers. However, when you stop time, the molecules in the air around you stop in time as well. You are instantly frozen in place by the pressure of the solid air's complete immobility. As such, you can no longer snap your fingers. Or move your eyes. Or breathe. Enjoy the next four minutes of stopped time by staring blankly ahead. It's all you have left. If you could just snap your fingers, the spell would break. Oh well. I wish I had a lovely fish pond in my garden.

While transformed into a majestic lion, you get shot with a bow and arrow by Walter Palmer, a big game hunter on vacation in Zimbabwe. I wish I could understand and communicate in every human language on Earth fluently. Written or spoken.

You are possessed by the ghost of a professional dish washer who died in the 1870's. Her name is Muriel Hamilton and she's from Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, USA. From now on, you won't procrastinate washing dishes. However, you will have nightmares about the American Civil War. If you ever paint a house, she will be adamant that arsenic green is the way to go. Perhaps worst of all, Muriel will make you wear an antique corset every day. It's reinforced with the baleen from a Northern right whale, and it may eventually cause irreparable damage to your internal organs. I wish I could fly.

An elderly knight talks about sea monsters.