My love affair with 1e wishes (I mostly skipped 2e) ended abruptly when the Dm read over my carefully phrased wish, decided he couldn't twist it but couldn't grant it, and then had the ring explode taking my finger with it.
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The general gist of things was that I wanted to summon the enemies of the cult we were fighting to the final battle, so that they would help us destroy them. Problem was I thought the cult was a newish thing, while in reality it had been in existence for thousands of years. They had made enemies of huge numbers of beings, including some gods, and the DM said they wouldn't even fit in the available space.