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| Riddle This | Started by: Isabella_Ditto on Jan 30, '08 13:36 |
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Isabella drops her cigarette in a puddle of water and extinguishes it. She looks around to see anyone is around. There are a lot of people in the streets but are not saying much. She thinks of something to say for no one to debate, just think. Excuse everyone, sorry to bother you. I have something to say for you to think about. "Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?" I know what you all thinking. Why is she giving us a riddle? I am trying to make the streets more fun. The streets use to be entertaining but not anymore. I am trying to make a change. Does anyone what to solve the riddle? Once it has been solved, I will give you another. You have a riddle, tell it. She walks away to hear others. |
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looks up from his paper and sees Frankenstein's monster awkwardly stumbling away in an obvious hurry screaming "Fiiiiire baaaaad!" The things one sees today. |
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| Reply by: Doctor_Faustroll at Jan 30, '08 13:53 | |
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| "Witch! Witch! At least some witches..." | |
| Reply by: Basisten at Jan 30, '08 13:56 | |
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Approaches the gathering crowd.... Isabella my dear. I think you are speaking of fire. I am looking forward to some more teasers to while away the hours of boredom these days. Tips his hat |
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| Reply by: Cab_Tufting at Jan 30, '08 13:59 | |
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She returns to the crowd. Fire. It was. Now try this one. "My life can be measured in hours; I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick; fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I?" She walks away. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 30, '08 14:05 | |
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James,ponders for a moment then gives his answer. A butterfly. |
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| Reply by: James_Stewart at Jan 30, '08 14:07 | |
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observes the crowd getting restless Things are heating up here, reaching a boiling point. Chinese whispers are riffling through the assembled, wilding like spreadfire. Tempers are flaring and everyone is a little hot under the collar... What the blazes?!? Oh...er..nevermind. |
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| Reply by: Doctor_Faustroll at Jan 30, '08 14:12 | |
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hums to himself Tough one indeed. Perhaps someone can shed some light on this... |
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| Reply by: Doctor_Faustroll at Jan 30, '08 14:16 | |
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| M. Ditto, I do believe you are a candle...is that right? | |
| Reply by: StealToeTony at Jan 30, '08 14:25 | |
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| Or a fire-powered clock :D | |
| Reply by: Keats at Jan 30, '08 14:31 | |
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Isabella grabs a chair and sits. StealToeTony, it is a candle. This is my last one today, but I will be back for more. "No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?" She waits. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 30, '08 14:37 | |
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| Silence. | |
| Reply by: Nick_Toreno at Jan 30, '08 14:38 | |
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Isabella returns from her sleep and sits down where she was yesterday. She bangs on the metal trash can to get some attention. A little dog comes next to her and barks. She kicks it and it goes away. Would anyone like another riddle? I do have more today. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 31, '08 09:19 | |
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| I love riddles!! | |
| Reply by: Krash at Jan 31, '08 09:23 | |
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She thinks of a riddle. "Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?" She waits for an answer. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 31, '08 09:29 | |
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James steps out of the local cafe and hears someone speaking of Riddles. I have a riddle for you. I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg, I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole, I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole, What am I? |
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| Reply by: James_Stewart at Jan 31, '08 09:29 | |
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Nods and puffs on his cigar. I know this, Time! |
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| Reply by: James_Stewart at Jan 31, '08 09:37 | |
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Isabella hears a riddle from a man. She places her finger on her chin...ponders for a moment. Its a creature I dispise, is it a snake. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 31, '08 09:38 | |
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Mr. Stewart, you are very good. May I ask for another? She waits for him to speak of a riddle. |
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| Reply by: Isabella_Ditto at Jan 31, '08 09:40 | |
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Claps fore Isabella. Correct it is a Snake. Try this one my grandfather told me. Thinks for a moment so he gets it right. What 5 letter word typed all in capitals letters can be read the same upside down? |
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| Reply by: James_Stewart at Jan 31, '08 09:41 | |
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