Nothing Like The Word Riddle
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Norse God Riddle
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The Great God Riddle
The Pharoah asked, Who is the greatest god?
I am not, said Horus.
Anubis is, said Isis.
Isis is lying, said Anubis.
Only one god was telling the truth and the other two were lying.
Who really is the greatest god?
I am not, said Horus.
Anubis is, said Isis.
Isis is lying, said Anubis.
Only one god was telling the truth and the other two were lying.
Who really is the greatest god?
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Horus is the greatest
I am not, said Horus = LIE
Anubis is, said Isis = LIE
Isis is lying, said Anubis = TRUE Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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I am not, said Horus = LIE
Anubis is, said Isis = LIE
Isis is lying, said Anubis = TRUE Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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God Plant Of Heat
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Counting God's Arrows
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The Longest, Non-scientific Word
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What is the longest, non-scientific word to have all of its letters in alphabetical order? Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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Killing A Werewolf Riddle
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A Widow's Sister Riddle
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Of course not. If he has a widow then he's dead. And dead people can't get married. Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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The 5-letter Word Riddle
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Water. Or literally, H to O, which sounds the same as H2O. Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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Buying Whatsapp Riddle
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Weather Men Riddle
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Red Water Riddle
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Spanish Civil War Riddle
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It was fought against their own country since it was a Civil War. Did you answer this riddle correctly?
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Cut Through Evil
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze.
What am I?
What am I?
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Weary Of Battle Riddle
I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.
What am I?
What am I?
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