[@spiderfucker] [i]Awwwwww[/i], thanks bruh <3-- here's a hot shutdown, fresh off the presses
Granted-- 

	You have wished for yourself to wish for more wishes. In doing this, you use your wish to wish for two wishes-- you use those two wishes wishing for four wishes each-- you have 8 wishes, but you wished for more, you asked for a reality where you had more wishes, you use each of those wishes wishing for more wishes-- this is amazing! 

	8 wishes per wish-- 64 wishes of unlimited power could change the world! But you can't stop-- you physically can't stop. You asked for more. You wanted this-- but you can still think, you want to not be saying these words. Has it been days? Weeks? It doesn't matter, you have so many wishes now-- you wish you stopped wishing for more. You feel like this is enough-- this fits what "more" is but you can't. You asked for more-- this is what you wanted... no... this is what you thought you wanted. 

	Months? Probably much less than that if you're being honest with yourself. Your thirst is driving you crazy-- the pangs of hunger have long become a biting sensation, your body is eating itself and there's no nutrients to sustain it. You have wished yourself into this twisted pile of bones and flesh. You haven't moved from the place you were when you started wishing for more wishes. You haven't blinked-- it's a miracle your heart even continued to beat as you first reached 100-- that's long ago now. You've reached numbers mathematicians haven't even considered the existence of yet. If trillions of wishes are pennies to you, then you are a trillionaire still. You haven't been able to wish for more wishes for a while-- the liquid has left your body, a dusty croak asks for your wishes to be double in your throat, but it is guttural and inhuman, your tongue is gone, your teeth are gone.

	As you die, you think-- "Wishing for more-- infinity is more... a life wasted of wishing for wishes."[hr][hr]
I'm assuming my genie is a weeb, and I will wish that I possessed Lelouch's Geass. kek