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"I Leave Ye with a Riddle..."

Basically someone posts a riddle, if you know the answer, you post the answer along with another riddle. You'll recieve 1 point for each one you get right, the names will be place on the score board, in the order of the most points.

Rules
1. Only one answer per member per question.
2. Once a question gets five wrong answers a new one will be set.
3. If a riddle isn't solved after a day, a new one will be set.
4. Don't use the Internet to find the answer. However, if you're to set the question, you may.
5. I'll decide who gets the point (by this, I mean, if you argue with me, I'll reset your score)
6. You can ask questions, within reason.
7. Rules 1 and 2 are lifted if the riddle contains a good few paragraphs.
8. If a riddle needs to be set, anyone can set them.


Current riddle:
[B]Please set a question
Current answer(s) to be checked:
N/A[/B]



[B]Scores:
Chaos - 5
Biggie Little Jr - 3
tnc - 2
Sunflower - 2
Revolver Ocelot - 2
Grandprix - 2
Grix Thraves - 2
Bob_The_Moose - 2
@ngeI - 1
Timmargh - 1

Twain wrote:
> A baby?

Nope, 3 more guesses.

Surely it's a dog.

FantasyMeister wrote:
> Frisbees hurt my teeth and I play hide and seek solo for
> fun.
> My reflection is a stranger to me and I can't dial 911.
> What am I?

A baby?

(I can't play frisbee).

Grix Thraves wrote:
> your cat

Nope. 4 more guesses then I will reveal all.

Oh, unless it's your cat, which admittedly, hasn't posted in quite some time now.

GOOGLE! GOOGLE! WITCH! WITCH! YOU CHEAT!

I have no idea about your riddle though.

Grix Thraves wrote:
> Why so?

Honour, centre and colour would be spelt differently by an American. (ariba Google)

Here's one I made up:

Frisbees hurt my teeth and I play hide and seek solo for fun.
My reflection is a stranger to me and I can't dial 911.
What am I?

The dead body of Chaos, the famous American romance novelist, lay slumped across his hotel room desk. His hand lay near an empty bottle of sleeping pills. A suicide note lay on the desk, from a typewriter close by.

"It's so strange." Said the bellhop. "I was carrying in Chaos's bags, and he was so excited about being in London. He was saying how he was planning to write his next novel with London as the setting."

Detective Crossbob (Aren't we all happy he's made another appearance) looked at the typed suicide note. It read "I have lost my will to live. My work has received all the honour it deserves. My writing was the centre of my life, but in retrospect, I suppose they're just trashy novels. As the colour fades from my eyes, I can only hope for a better life in the next world."

Crossbob rubbed his face, and mentioned to the bellhop. "Yeah, it's pretty strange alright. I think he was murdered. In fact, I'm almost sure of it."

Why so?

They were 10 in 1995 B.C. and 15 in 1990 B.C.