Riddle Middle Diddle Fiddle (The Riddle Game)

by Kale Bishop

Sadly Danville gets hit by an IdentityCrisisInator and everyone are confused as to who they are. Now it's up to the readers (Yes, you guys!) To reveal their identities for them. Game instructions inside the story. Answers can be in the review page.

1. What's the Point?

Game Instructions

It's just simple. You guess the character that is speaking by means of poems that I write. For example:

Oh my dear Inventor Extraordinaire

When will thy notice my raven hair?

Before I go I have a question for thy

Who Am I?

Answer: Isabella

First correct answer may request if he/she wants a character he/she wants me to write about... hopefully.

Sometimes I make it a little tricky, meaning I take versions of some characters such as Phinestein and 2nd Dimension Phineas. So you have to be very specific on which character that I'm describing. And without further ado: LET THE GAME BEGIN!... Hopefully you guys can participate.

Riddle Middle Diddle Fiddle (The Riddle Game)

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What's the Point?

What's the point if I just try even if life grants me the golden opportunity?

Soon after a moment of revelation it will just falter and defeated once again I shall be.

No one even bothers to come to me, to show signs of comfort and understanding.

Hello, that's all what they think I need but in truth… I'm just dying.

Every day starts the same and the same it always shall be.

If you bothered to step into my shoes a curse struck upon me you shall see.

But What's the point? You wouldn't care if inside I was hurt.

You people just sit there, endeavour as every attempt, in the end, gets consumed like dessert.

My own life is a cycle of unending horror

The universe, enemy eternally, and I fight it with hopeless honour.

But what is this feeling of fulfilment that fills me?

It's like it compels that a mission to be fulfilled to protect ones I love thee

It greets me at times when revelation missed

And when that unattained moment mocked me with goodbye and kissed

But even so, I realized that this house, this family, no other

Has suffered no loss, nor agony, nor disorder

And so as the wretched cycle continues to revolve in my world

I alone will understand this suffering and forever I am bold

So long as I continue this wretched and inevitable burden

Forever shall my life be obligated to protect them.

And so my final lines with grief bid you with goodbye

But I have a question... Who am I?