Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-24108228-20150710213234/@comment-26462472-20150716183745

You see, the giant metropolis known as Survival 303, or rather Terra, is rather interesting. It started three years ago, when a governmental research lab had an explosion. Life continued on to be normal, after the debris was cleaned. Until someone made a wish.

Nobody knows exactly what the first wish was, but it was chaos. The previously deceased would be found walking the streets, still having memory up to their deaths, and their posessions previously owned. Rumor spread of a supernatural event, The Wishing Time, that occured at exactly midnight. At that moment, any wish you made would come true in Terra.

Conflicting wishes ended up creating a multitude of paradoxes, with the first warp appearing at the top of spire, devouring anything that touched it. Still, we didn't learn. People during the Wishing Time continued to hope, demand, or whatever. And so continued the orbs of space-time that spontaneously generated and rendered much of our land unusable.

I had to put an end to this. I glanced at the clock. 11:59:31.

Almost time.

"I wish that there isn't a Wishing Time anymore," I said.

An explosion tore through my room, swallowing up furniture and my collection of stuffed animals. Uh oh. I should've known.

Of course, I had just started a paradox. Unfortunately, it had to have started in my room. The distortion touched me, tingling my back, and I...

What if there could be only a max of 10 tools (including forage/eat etc, so 5) commands?