-------------- Original message ---------------------- From: "Jeff G." <Log0n5150 at hotmail.com> > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Joshua Kronengold" <mneme at io.com> > To: <dragaera at dragaera.info> > Sent: Thursday, April 07, 2005 1:45 PM > Subject: RE: A Riddle > > > > Martin Wohlert writes: > > >> > > >>This was posted to my journal, but most people here don't read it, > > >>so... > > >> > > >>(yes, it's much easier here than it was, context-free, on my journal) > > >> > > >> > > >>I killed myself to make myself, and avenged myself shortly after. > > >>He whow wields me, built me, but he is far younger than I. > > >>I serve are those whom I was made to kill, > > >>and have always done so since my birth. > > >>What am I? > > >> > > > > > >The usual _Issola_ spoiler space? > > >1 > > >2 > > >3 > > >4 > > >5 > > >6 > > >7 > > >8 > > >9 > > >10 > > >11 > > >12 > > >13 > > >14 > > >15 > > >16 > > >17 > > > > > >Lady Teldra/Godslayer > > > > Bingo. > > > > Hope people enjoyed it. > > > > -- > > Joshua Kronengold (mneme@(io.com, labcats.org)) |\ _,,,--,,_ > ,) > > --^-- "Get your mind right and you can make a stick /,`.-'`' -, > ;-;;' > > /\\ your wand and the sky your hat and a puddle |,4- ) )-,_ ) /\ > > /-\\\ your magic..." -- Granny Weatherwax '---''(_/--' (_/-' > > > > Almost sounds like Tolkien. > > > > > > It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, > Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. > It lies behind stars and under hills, > And empty holes it fills. > It comes first and follows after, > Ends life, kills laughter. > > yesssssss my preciousssssss. . . . . > > > Jeff > Dark!...Yessss Dark, my precioussssss....