UPDATE: Winners coming through, make way for winners!
In this edition we sadly only two people get the prize, but congratulations to all participants nonetheless!
This time our winners are:
Vartoxy for Serial Cleaner
Iefo for One More Line
You will receive your keys soon.
For the full Deal announcement, click here.
They say that things tend to come in threes. We don’t know if this is true, but what we do know is that we are just one edition away from having Deal 3^2 Edition, and that’s something. Right now, however, we are still on Edition 8, and you know what it means: a new Riddle contest, complete with questionable limericks to wet your wit on.
In this edition we’re giving you five games to figure out.
As always, let’s reiterate the rules: The prize is 5 x G2A Deal for the winners.
What you need to do:
- Write a comment with the game title you think the riddle is referring to, and your reasoning behind it.
- Click “Submit” (The email address used to submit your comment must be real, otherwise we won’t be able to contact you).
The rules are simple:
- There is only ONE winner per riddle – the first person to provide the correct, complete answer.
- You can only try to guess ONE riddle.
- You have time until November 15th 2017 09:00am (GMT) to provide your answers.
- Posting a comment with an answer is synonymous with accepting the Terms and Conditions of this contest.
With that done, let’s get to the meat of it, the riddles themselves:
There was once a guy who sat by the fire, It’s movement hypnotic he deeply admired. A vigil he stood, As long as he could, Both monsters and heroes knew not to get his ire.
There was a problem in the days of yore, After each battle: gallons of gore. There came a man, Came up with a plan, To make a buck doing a rather messy chore.
There is a tavern in a kingdom of Fife, Where you don’t come without a knife. Along came a bard, To beat his hand was hard, Now he plays for souls in the afterlife.
There once was a ball which got tired of flats, Two dimensional space kept driving it bats. On cerulean riddles It twists and it fiddles, And with purpose to the exit it struts.
Four drivers drove by in cars full of paint, Listening to disco they’d show no restraint. Deep in the zone, They circled each cone, Drawing lines with shapes most quaint.
Good luck and may your wit be quick.