a machine of words

Must I spell it out for you?

Moving On

When the Jester says it's time to move forward, well, you listen. So I am moving this game forward.

Lady is looking after Grace, so I was free to set something up. A little riddle quest for you. By the time it has ended, you will have all the passwords you need.

Are you ready?

687474703A2F2F796F7574752E62652F705F4C5F336F5F667A5330

Zeno's Paradox

Once upon a time, there was a great detective.

Once upon a time, there was a brilliant criminal.

One caught the other in a trap and killed them.

The detective, before dying, told his nemesis that his trap was too complicated. That there was a simpler trap that he could have used. His nemesis agreed.

"The next time I kill you," he replied, "I promise you the labyrinth that consists of a single straight line that is invisible and endless."

He stepped back a few steps. Then, very carefully, he fired.

A Thousand Pardons

The Lady visited me in the night,

his face painted a shade of white,

and asked for me that I should write

so that the game may go on.

Anything in service of the Queen of Wood,

said I, as any and all good dolls should.

I shall endeavor to do some good

and help you in moving a pawn.

You have found the first password:

'The Dance of Death' as it's referred.

Now let's continue this theatre of the absurd

and see that this game is won.

In a race on land or sea or air,

it does not matter where

you go or how fast you run

you're always halfway there.

Why?

"Yea, Godde's armes," quoth this riotour,
"Is it such peril with him for to meet?
I shall him seek, by stile and eke by street.
I make a vow, by Godde's digne bones."
Hearken, fellows, we three be alle ones:
Let each of us hold up his hand to other,
And each of us become the other's brother,
And we will slay this false traitor Death;
He shall be slain, he that so many slay'th,
By Godde's dignity, ere it be night."