Granted, but every other duo queue proves vastly superior to yours, resulting in your primary duo queuer blaming all losses on you and unfriending you. This, coupled with your newfound incompetence at League, causes you spiral downward until you develop Schizophrenia and hit rock bottom...."playing LoL" on a cardboard box which you've colored to vaguely resemble a computer while living in a slightly larger cardboard box yourself. At least your styrofoam pillow is comfy.
I wish I had three more wishes which were just as viable as this one and that I managed to wish for wise, rather than idiotic, things.