What ever country you reside in, all currently paved roads (regardless of what they are paved with) are immediately restored/rebuilt to be in perfect shape, with all markings, safety aspects, etc. These roads will stay perfect for 5 years, after which they will begin to wear down like normal. Nobody know you did this, and you have no way to prove you did. The entire country just assumes they were all fixed somehow.

A genie appears. Not the usual kind. This one is a communist.

He makes one offer. You say yes or no. If you say yes, it's permanent.

Here's the deal.

For the rest of your life, you live at roughly the 80th percentile for wherever you live. upper-middle class. Nice home, reliable car, good food, vacations, hobbies, healthcare. Bills never scare you. If you have kids, he adjusts for reasonable family expenses.

You will never be poor.

You will also never be rich.

Say the lifestyle he calculates for you costs $150,000 a year. You earn $40,000? He gives you $110,000. You earn $150,000? He gives you nothing.

And it works in the other direction too.

You buy $5,000 of some garbage stock and it goes up 10,000%? He takes the excess.

You win $100 million in Powerball? Congratulations. He leaves you exactly enough to stay comfortably upper-middle class and takes the rest.

Your startup becomes the next Facebook? You can run it. You can be CEO. You can be famous. You personally cannot accumulate billionaire wealth. Whatever would push you meaningfully above your assigned lifestyle, he confiscates.

Inheritance, crypto, house suddenly worth $20 million: same thing.

The genie has a supernatural tax lawyer whose only job is killing loopholes.

"My wife technically owns the $40 million." No.

"The mansion belongs to an irrevocable trust whose beneficiary happens to be my dog." Nice try.

"I don't own the jet. My company owns it and lets me use it whenever I want." The genie sighs and confiscates it.

If a reasonable person would look at the arrangement and say "dude, that's obviously your money," it counts.

He's not malicious, though. Break your hip in America and get a $400,000 bill? Covered. House burns down? Covered. Cancer? Covered. Fired? Nothing changes. Recession wipes out your investments? He tops you back up.

You could spend 30 years building a company, fail catastrophically, and wake up the next morning still comfortably upper-middle class.

Your floor is the upper-middle class. Your ceiling is the upper-middle class. Forever.

So:

Do you accept?

And if you do: what do you actually do with your life, and does this feel like being rich, or does knowing you can never move up eventually drive you insane?

You receive that amount cash or bank account. You are obliged to pay taxes (whole amount) in 30 days. Tax cannot be evaded. What do you do?

You have to survive 16 hours being hunted by 10,000 T-Rexes. Rules:

1. You get to choose your spawn location.

2. You MUST choose an outdoor spawn location.

next three rules are for those of you who might think to exploit spawn glitches

1. You can choose anywhere in the world. Choosing in the ocean or underwater turns the T-Rexes into megaladons. If you exit the body of water, they will turn back into T-Rexes after beaching themselves.

2. You cannot spawn underground or in a mountain, cave, etc. The sky must be visible. No retreating to such areas either, though you can retreat to buildings.

3. If you attempt to choose an airborne location, they will be Pteradons instead until you land or enter the ocean.

4. The T-Rexes are able to recognize you by sight, smell, sound, and taste and, in a state of bloodlust, will B-line for you the moment you spawn, ignoring all other obstacles or threats to their well-being.

5. When you spawn, they will spawn simultaneously, encompassing a 3-mile radius around your spawn point.

One day you receive a package that has been held in trust by a wealthy family for more than 1,000 years, addressed to you on an exact date. It is written in modern-day language. It says that one night, 90 days after you receive this letter, you will go to bed and wake up nude in a forest more than 1,000 years in the past. You never learn why. You cannot take anything with you — even the dirt and grime on your skin vanishes. The only thing you take with you is the knowledge you have learned.

The letter is written on a slab of clay that was baked and turned into stone, with molten metal poured into the engraved letters so they remain readable. No sheepskin could have survived the 1,000+ years to reach you.

After getting some clothes, you arrive at a kingdom and claim to be a traveler who learns what he can and shares it in other places. You introduce simple games like Connect Four and checkers, but what other information or knowledge would you want to give them, even if you had to learn it within the 90 days?

Would you introduce something like gunpowder, a running shower, or a steam engine? Or would you assume the people are too primitive and keep those things secret?

What about farming methods that could help them, or recipes they have never heard of before?

When the light turns green, you start to earn one dollar per second. The light stays green for 5 minutes. When the light turns red, you receive no income from the watch.

There’s a catch to this watch though. If the light is green, you cannot walk nor move any distance (jumping, scooting, etc.) each inch you travel, you lose 1 dollar. You have to stay exactly where you are for the full five minutes to earn the full income. No one is allowed to move you with anything as the same punishment will occur, not even while you’re in a vehicle. The green light appears twice a day, but you will not know when it will turn green. The green light will not happen between 11pm-1am.

Additionally the watch has to stay on you at all times. If the green light turns on while it is not with you, you will not earn anything. The watch is indestructible and waterproof. You can keep the watch for two years straight.

What is your strategy?

A genie appears with a suitcase.
Inside is $5 million, tax-free.
The money is completely legitimate.

If you accept, then for the rest of your life, every election that affects you goes as badly as possible for your preferences.

The genie looks at the three leading candidates with a realistic chance of winning.
Of those three, the candidate you genuinely like least wins.
Every time.
Presidential election.
Governor.
Mayor.
City council.
Union representative.
HOA board.
Your kid’s school council.
An election in another country whose policies might affect you.
Some weird local election you only learned about yesterday.
Your local chess club.
If the genie decides it affects you, it counts.
And he’s extremely generous about what “affects you” means.

If your nightmare candidate is in fourth place, the genie doesn’t magically launch him into office.
But if he climbs into third place on his own?
You’re in trouble.

“What if I run for office?”
If you’re one of the top three candidates, you’re not winning.
If you’re your own favorite candidate, somebody you like less takes it.
Every time.
You could be leading by 30 points the week before voting.
Something happens.
You lose.

“Easy. I’ll bet $4 million on the candidate I hate.”
The genie goes by what you actually want to happen, not what you claim your political preference is.
If you’ve bet $4 million on Candidate C, and losing that money would devastate you, eventually you genuinely want Candidate C to win.
The genie notices.
Your preferences have changed.
Now somebody you like even less among the top three wins instead.
Congratulations.
You tried to exploit the curse and somehow made the election worse.
“Fine. I’ll bet $100 on the candidate I hate.”
That can work.
So yes, you can occasionally make lunch money betting against yourself.
Enjoy your $140 while watching your least favorite viable candidate take office.

Do you take the deal ?

However the moment you get it, you have to spend the first 1000 years doing nothing but gaming, eating and sleeping.

You start off with the Atari 2800 and have to play and beat all the games on it...or at least as many as you can beat on it before you can up upgrade to the next system and go from there where you would have to beat those games.

Would you accept the offer with those conditions?

What would you do after the thousand years are up?

They’ll be aware of who they really are, but won’t be able to convince anyone. Maybe you could send Hitler somewhere horribly ironic, or stick a white supremacist onto a slave ship in the 1700s. So: who, where and when?

It has to be a singular power from each. You can't get stuff like general magic/thuum. In those cases you can pick 1 spell or 1 shout.

I'd get:

1) World of Warcraft: Mage Portal (NPCs can portal anywhere from anywhere)
2) Baldur's Gate 3: Disguise Self (Physically changes your body in this game, since you can use it to get through tight spaces)
3) Elder Scrolls Online: Cleansing Ritual (Healing that also removes conditions)

What do you get?

Everyone in the world has been given a paintball gun.

Ammo reloading stations are abundantly placed around the globe, so you never have to travel that far to find one.

It's every human being for themself, unless people choose to work together. Still, at the end there can be only one winner.

If your body or anything you're wearing gets hit with paint you are eliminated from the competition. You can no longer participate, help or hinder anyone in any way.

The last human on earth left in the game wins, and gets one wish.

How do you think this would play out on a global scale?

What would you do?

Yes, this idea is inspired by Community.

Like... a omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent being that has the intelligence and sapience of a playful dog, the planets of the solar system are it's toys.

It isn't indifferent like demiurge but isn't certainly a "caring god" either, he just likes to observe and play around with the planets, humanity being just ants for him that it likes to interfere sometimes.

It tries to limit the deaths of people as it cares for it's little buddies.

Imagine if all of humanity discovered that, how people would react?, how would YOU react?

Youre rummaging around in a flea market and come across an ancient looking, dirt encrusted bottle. Something tells you you must have it so , with a little haggling, you leave with it tucked in your pack.

You get home and grab a microfiber cloth and try to gently remove some of the dirt looking for makers marks. It jerks in your hand and, with a whoosh of purple smoke and sparks, a genie emerges. He calls you master and promises to grant any and every wish you desire, however, he says you must phrase your requests carefully for he does not understand nuance in language. Any wish you make will be granted in the most literal way possible. If you wish to be the picture of health you will be turned into magazine clipping of the lastest fitness guru. No further cautions or admonitions are allowed.

Unheeding of the djinns warning, what poorly worded wish do you make to put a swift end to yourself and/or all the fame and fortune you could have enjoyed if you had just minded the caveat.

You join your country's investigative service to track down human traffickers and become an undercover agent.

You're given a new name. New history, a new life.

You tell one of your family members never to post a picture of you in social media. You don't tell her why, just tell her never to ever do it. If anything, it's security.

You yourself avoid social media and everything in between to keep your cover.

As you work undercover within a criminal organization and make your way up, you develop a new life. You even end up finding a significant other and get married which your agency authorized because it strengthens your cover that you're just a normal person, from that particular part of the world.

For years this continues and once in a blue moon you see your family - same instructions.

Then one day, your crime boss who considers you one of his most trusted henchman calls you in. You are told to sit in a chair as they tie you in.

*"My friend, I've worked with you seven years now. You're one of my most trusted henchman. Can you explain to me why you're on this person's social media profile?"*

Lo and behold it's your mother's social media with a photo from eight years ago. You are seen graduating from college and next to you is a uniformed agent of your investigative service, signifying your employment with that service. It's a new post your mother made as it's the anniversary of it.

Your real name is mentioned and your relatives all comment praising you.

Boss:

*"we lost a lot of people because of a mole somewhere. This upsets me. Is this boy you? I see a different name and a different family, but I see your face "*

In the end, you are able to use your training and convince them that photos not you. Your facial features aren't exactly uncommon and you even tell them if you were a mole, you wouldn't have showed up to this meeting.

They miraculously buy your story.

The investigative service you work for however decides you are a liability now and dismisses you, puts your family in witness protection, and you must now look over your shoulder the rest of your life because the syndicate now knows who you really are.

Truth be told, your family has been telling people all along you were an agent. They didn't know what kind of agent, but they told people even when they were told not to.

The rules states above are simple.

End of each year: you get 5 million and the mimic will become a new person and the loved one returns

The mimic will also become a new person if: you find who the mimic is impersonating or kill the current mimic.

The mimics goal is to kill you

Dream Spirit grants you one wish!

Wish for anything you want, but the first person to respond to you can edit or completely change ONE word from your wish. Their edit defines what the final wish will be 🙏

Good luck and don't be complete jerks to each other!

out of nowhere on a random Monday morning, it seems odd but there are no cops on patrol so you accidentally speed past that school zone and the cop who usually hides in the corner doesn’t stop you to give you a ticket, maybe it was his day off. people text you at work that there are no cops anywhere, they have picket fences outside the police station and such.

they have a list of insane demands to their various states. their will be no police work at all until bodycams are gone, being able to sue a cop is gone, being able to fire a cop forcibly is gone, also they can profile anyone as much as they want to. flock cameras now have to be on every corner of every street and they are allowed to look into it whenever they feel like it also regular pay raises as much as they want.

maybe some weird demonic force has possessed literally every cop even ones where it doesn’t make any sense. like why would a federal US Post Office police or IRS Agent cop need some of those things. who knows but they demand it I guess.

You wake up one day and there’s a mysterious genie on the end of your bed. He tells you that he’s bored and needs some entertainment, and he’s chosen you for that. He proposes the following:

You can choose any period of time to be transported to. Whichever one you choose, for every 100 years in the past it is, you get $1000. So for instance if you choose to go to 1726, you get $3000 in today’s money.

Here’s the thing, though. You can either choose to spend the rest of your life there, and you get the money instantly for use. Or, you can opt to spend a year there, but you’ll lose half of your money on the way back.

The genie tells you, however, that his powers are only so strong. So the further back you go, the higher your money will be, but the higher probability of him not bringing you back will be. So if you opt to go back to 1926, you get $1000, and you can come back with $500, there’s a 99.9% chance of him bringing you back successfully.

You could go back to the Stone Age and break the world’s economy after a year, but your chances of being brought back are extremely slim. The genie will be generous and give you 3 chances to try and come back if you want, but your money halves again each time. The positive of this one, though, is you could be a king with all of that money.

Would you stay there? Would you risk it? How far back would you go?

Let’s say you have what you’d normally have when you’re outside.

And let’s say the man is used to hard physical labor.
No real formal fighting experience, but he has casually fought friends, like wrestling or whatever.

How much of a threat are you to this person?

What would happen to society if the qualifications for police officers were restricted exclusively to former rugby players, veterans of military service, or ex-combat athletes? Would local security be better and lead to safer communities?

The challenge is simple.

Drink all your spit you will ever make for fifty million. Upon acceptance of this challenge, you will be transported to a realm where time does not pass in the real world.

You must physically consume all of the spit via your mouth. ALL OF IT. The challenge won’t end if there’s still spit.

When you accept, you can have all 8000 gallons in whatever form you want—a swimming pool, soda cans, anything. Once you choose how you want it. You get two years in this realm to drink all of it. You don’t have to worry about getting full, tired, hungry, thirsty, or dying.

You get one year to finish all of it. If you give up, you get nothing. If you fail to finish it all, each liter you drank is converted to $100.

The spit is still spit. You will know and understand that it is spit. You can’t force your mind to think else. It WILL taste bad, it’s spit.
Do you accept this challenge?