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.
(via lupinatic)
slyrider asked: So here's a story of when i was a wee lass. Me, my mom, and older brother were out shopping and i was probably like 5 at the time and my brother was 7. So we were shopping and my bro was glued to my moms side while I was interested in my career as a
Mannequin. Weird ik, so I’m at the front of the store standing in the window, posing with all the other mannequins, standing completely still. And being the dedicated person i am, i did not break my role fot anything, not even to use the potty. Thats
Right, I completely wet myself to keep my mannequin charade up. So my mom came to check on my and sees the little piddle by my feet and drops everything. She grabs me andy brother and just bolts out the store. And thats the end of story time today:)
Holy shit this is beautiful, I need this in my epic tales tag, this is getting posted just because I NEED IT IN MY TAG.
Everyone should feel totally free to tell me crazy stories from their past.
For @littlestartopaz: Rogue/anyone really, with AN (“Have I
entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?”) from this
post
Remy
LaBeau, it’s gonna be Remy La-Fucking-Beau, because I am shipper trash and
Rogue/Gambit is my hill to die on, y’all.
Also, since Rogue’s life sucks PRETTY BAD, I’m going to try to write
actual fluff tonight. This could be
almost any continuity—I’m kind of visualizing the potential future of the MacAvoy,
Fassbender, et. al. movies, because I saw Apocalypse twice in a week and
that’ll do stuff to you. I don’t really
like writing out accents, so feel free to mentally sub them in—Rogue’s from
Mississippi, Remy’s from New Orleans, in case you didn’t know.
“Oh m’God, who’s
cooking, that is amazing,” Rogue
called as she swept into the mansion and was hit by a wall of smoky-sweet warmth
spilling from the kitchen. “Is that jambalaya? Am I gonna have to do extra Danger Room
sessions or somethin’ for that?”
“That depends, ma chérie,” the man at the stove said,
turning and shooting her a smirk.
“What’re you prepared to do?”
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