generalmercer:
maybe i have a faulty understanding about how this works but like. i never understood the whole “one of us only tells the truth, the other only lies” like…. just ask them a question you know the answer to. what days christmas. the fucker over here going “april 7th” is the liar. problem solved
Because I’m me and kind of a pedant…
The critical third rule to this game is “You can only ask one question total.” So you have the one who always lies in front of one door, for example, and the one who always tells the truth in front of the other door, say, and then you can ask ONE question that has to tell you everything you need to know. Generally, if you can get the answer you need, finding out if you’ve asked the liar is a nonissue.
Exempli gratia: in Labyrinth, when Sarah is faced with the situation, she asks one of the two “would the other one tell me that this door leads to the castle.” When the answer is yes, she knows that the other door leads to the castle and the one she’s facing leads to certain death. This is because, if the guard she asked was the liar, she knows the other guard would tell her no, this door does not lead to the castle. If the guard she asked was not the liar, she knows that the other guard would tell her yes, this door would lead to the castle, and it would be a lie. QED, the other door leads to the castle. The fact that Sarah falls down a hole does not change this, because she does eventually reach the castle and Jareth is kind of a cheat. A faerie cheat, but still.
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Yeah, so, I’m on break and I have like All The Prompts to work on and I’m writing a Hanukkah fic for the Scarlet Witch and I have a chapter of a WIP to work on, but also my aunt outed me to my grandparents and I am so fucking tired of my family. So I’m a little drunk, I’m watching Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, and I do what
I want. Crossposted to AO3.
The witches were always so careful to tie
Hansel up. Apparently, it was something
about the height, and the leather, and possibly the attempting-to-murder them. Hell if Hansel cared what their logic was. It was uncomfortable—his wrists aching in
their shackles, every muscle in his shoulders screaming at the constraint, the
muscles in his legs spasming as he struggled to rest his weight on his toes—but
he had been uncomfortable before. This
didn’t even make the list of the most discomfort he’d ever been in. Ben was coming unglued beside him, locked
tidily into a cell with his hands shackled as he shook and tried to bargain
with the witch as she sharpened a knife.
They’d barely been here an hour, for the love of God, and she’d only managed
to snag half of them—Gretel and Edward were still out and about.
“You’re not going to get anywhere, kid,”
Hansel sighed, and Ben whipped around to look at him.
“I’m not—aren’t you concerned about this?” Ben demanded, voice cracking.
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chandra-nyalaar:
my favorite d&d thing is when someone flubs like a really obvious perception roll or something and the dm gets to be like, “well, you’re pretty sure you’re in a room but you could be wrong”
it is either really wet or really dry, you’re not entirely sure
One time a guy in our party rolled a nat 20 on a perception check, but there was nothing around he didnt already see, so the DM said “You’re not quite sure, but for a few seconds it seems like you’re standing on a giant’s table, surrounded by 5 Giants. Your party seems to look stiff and fake, and Large papers and Dice are strewn around you. Then, everything goes back to normal.”
(Source: poppy-pipopapo, via failedfinals)
