#the riddle of the labyrinth

[firbolgfriend]

Im just yapping but there is this fic on fimficton called Discord of Tomorrow that’s about s2 evil discord traveling forward in time right before he can be turned to stone to switch places with the version of himself (reformed discord) that exists when the elements of harmony are gone, so reformed discord gets stuck in the past and has had to snap away and hide the elements of harmony from the mane 6 so he can focus on trying to get back to the future without getting turned to stone, all while dealing with the moral dilemma of him realizing how easy it was to take the elements and how easy it would be to seriously just take Equestria over again vs being worried about what evil discord is currently doing to his friends in present time. It’s only like three chapters but I think the plot is so funny and the author didn’t even get to the part where evil discord is in the future and the mane 6 is trying to figure out wtf his problem is, thinking he has amnesia or something. I want to make a comic expanding on it so bad I’m like seriously obsessed with it I can’t stop thinking about it

[mrsthunderkin]

That moment when you're reinstated back into the pantheon and your paladin is pure of heart but dumb of ass.

And also dating your granddaughter.

Tonio belongs to @owlcatchyoul8r

[anzuhan]

[sharper-than-a-serpents-tooth]

Maybe the monster needed saving from the prince.

[iloveriddles]

More maze pottery =)

[twilightstarflower]

Just so you know,

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

That's not my boy.

No, he's just the bane of my existence. He also better be sorry.

What was he even doing? Taunting me? David Tennant throwing books on Good Omens as Crowley did a better job at taunting me. - We've had this argument. He fixes things so he can throw them if he wants. Not you.

It was the Labyrinth teaser, which better be fake, that made me realize. How can he think he can play Jareth looking like Peter Pan?

He's so sorry, but here let's ruin David Bowie's legacy?!

I can't remember why I was mad at him, but he's created new things in the past week that might be old things, but I didn't realize they were there because they were dirty jokes.

Seriously, Bombadil? I guess Voldemort is better. Lord Moldywart, I mean Voldemort.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

pinning to the workshop corkboard: you've heard of winston "i'm cassandra" billions clairvoyance concepts for fun & profit, hear also of winston billions sphinx concepts (you must be This understanding of what he means to proceed)

[waitingforsecretsouls]

Says a lot how despite Gustangs best efforts his and Traumerei's dynamic continues reading as:

Gustang: I feel bad for you.

Traumerei: I don't think about you at all.

[nowicantlose]

Unnumbered #102 The Riddle

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[somethingusefulfromflorida]

[uniformbravo]

downloading 5 million japanese fonts like I'm ever going to use them literally ever

[foggystorywriter]

The Enigma of the Cursed Labyrinth

The adventurers stood at the entrance of the ancient labyrinth, its weathered stone walls stretching into darkness. They could sense an air of foreboding that clung to the very air. The labyrinth had a reputation—a curse that had claimed the lives of many brave souls who dared to enter.

Undeterred by the legends, the adventurers steeled themselves and ventured forth into the treacherous maze. They soon realized that the labyrinth was unlike any they had encountered before. Its walls shifted and changed, leading them deeper into its tangled embrace.

As they pressed on, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the winding corridors. The maze seemed alive, taunting them with its deceptive twists and turns. Deadly traps lay in wait, triggered by a wrong step or an ill-advised choice.

Riddles etched into the walls offered cryptic clues to guide the adventurers through the labyrinth's intricate pathways. They bent their minds to deciphering the enigmatic messages, their fingers tracing the ancient inscriptions.

Hours turned into days as they explored the depths of the labyrinth, each step taking them closer to their goal—the powerful artifact said to lie hidden within its heart. The lure of the artifact propelled them forward, driving them to overcome the labyrinth's malevolent challenges.

They encountered traps that threatened to impale them, deep pits they had to leap across, and illusions that played tricks on their senses. The adventurers relied on their wits, their instincts, and each other's unwavering support to navigate the labyrinth's dangers.

Amidst the trials, they stumbled upon a chamber guarded by an enigmatic figure—an ancient guardian tasked with protecting the artifact. The guardian appeared as a spectral being, shifting between the forms of mythic creatures—a riddle itself.

With reverence, the adventurers approached the guardian, engaging in a battle of wits. The guardian posed riddles that tested their intellect and challenged their understanding of the labyrinth's nature. For every correct answer, a path would reveal itself; for every wrong answer, a trap would spring forth.

Hours turned into minutes, the riddles growing more complex with each challenge. The adventurers pooled their knowledge, piecing together fragmented truths, and overcoming the labyrinth's cunning tricks. With each correct answer, they drew closer to the ultimate prize—the artifact that promised unimaginable power.

Finally, they stood before the final riddle. The air crackled with anticipation as the guardian's voice echoed through the chamber. The adventurers listened intently, their minds racing to unravel the enigma.

And then, with a surge of triumph, they spoke the correct answer. The chamber trembled, and the guardian dissipated into a burst of ethereal light. The path to the artifact lay clear before them.

With hearts pounding and breaths held, they approached the artifact—an ancient relic imbued with ancient magic. They beheld its radiant glow, feeling the weight of history and destiny in their hands.

As they triumphantly exited the labyrinth, the adventurers knew that they had defied the curse, unraveled its mysteries, and emerged as champions. They carried the artifact, a symbol of their resilience and cunning, ready to wield its power for the greater good.

The tales of their victory spread far and wide, inspiring others to challenge the labyrinth's curse and discover their own destinies within its shifting walls.

And so, the ancient and cursed labyrinth, once a dreaded prison, became a testament to the indomitable spirit of adventurers who dared to face the unknown, conquer their fears, and claim their rightful place among legends.

[capitaobarba79]

oh, the ancient riddle...

other actors: I sent live rats to my costars and drank sewage water bc I’m a method actor

rpatz: I played sonic everyday —but only the dark version— to really get in the headspace

[thatonenerd23]

Sphinx 1: One of us always tells the truth, and one of us always lies. You may ask us three ques-

Me: So, if I believe the premise of this game, that makes you the truth teller, and the other Sphinx the liar. Easy.

Sphinx 1: ... wait

Me: Or, YOU are a liar, which means that you BOTH lie - because you're a liar, you can't be telling the truth that the other of you is a truth-teller. Either way, the second Sphinx is for sure a liar.

Sphinx 1: ...

Sphinx 2: I told you to STOP introducing us like this.

[transmorolians]

labyrinth clue game????????