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Granted, right when I finish my long-winded explanation you begin to realize that I have stopped growing in number for some reason. Upon this realization, you start to ask a question, but before you get one word out you are hit with great force as if the universe itself had punched you with a mighty fist. You and your iterations were hit so hard that you realized that you didn't corrupt my wish in a good manner and slowly meld back into one entity again... forgetting this madness and wondering why the heck you are floating in the middle of space.

I wish to crate a tasty meal for paradox space: going back in time to before I entered the chess match and cosmically force there to be no chess match at all (dooming the timeline in which I was given my powers). However before I also die from being from a doomed timeline I create a time clone of myself and send them back to right before the creation of the universe so that I am the universe as well as my ignorant self that has no idea what really goes on.

8513

And the notches on his pistol numbered one and four hundred fifty-five more.

Granted, but every iteration of yourself is banished to Paradox Space as the wish you deny is your own wish for the ability to deny one wish.

I have the ability of altering space, but what is the power of space if it can't change what matters? I wish for time powers as well...

8515

Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead... (453 total bodies buried)

Granted, but while you got bigger by becoming the size of a cell, I became smaller and became the size of an atom. I now multiply to replace every atom in the universe and that includes your ever-multiplying cell sized selves. In fact, every reproduction of you is made of me and that means I control you.

I wish to make ManHuntingSquirrel corrupt my wish to make everything back to the way it was (I.E. where I was a black cat who was smart enough to chat online and ManHuntingSquirrel was a squirrel crazy enough to try and kill humans).

8517

Big 451 irons on his hip!

(also, 1: I didn't see the timeline you set and 2: I wouldn't have followed it anyways... There will be free will!)

Granted, but when you refer to "our" you are talking about you and the monkey that keeps trying to assassinate you. There is no escape for you and the monkey to stop being in conflict with each other. However, you do find it odd that there are a bunch of black cat hairs everywhere.

I wish to become the universe in its entirety by multiplying so much.

8519

(In fact, his neck rotated by 448 degrees!)

Spoopy!

He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip (of 449 townsfolk)

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town 447

[Do you wish to play again?]

Granted, I say yes, but instead of playing again I just sit there. After about an hour, you leave and you get your sight obstructed by some letters, apparently engraved on your eye.

Do you wish to play again?

I wish for the madness to end with this.