Riddles

[EuSouONumero345]

It's fact or logic

or chess

or thinking

[cziken20]

No for you all. It's more brutal. And for argument i mean quarrel. *adds "learn moar english" on todo list*

[Deathsoul097]

Lies.

That's what I'd say at first glance. Lies are often at the core of an argument, and there is always a grain of truth in a lie. (An inside if you will.) Lies often start small, but are more believable than the truth in many cases, and grow incredibly fast. Hmm. They all fit but the last. I wonder...

[CaptainKipard]

Heart.

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[cziken20]

No again. It's much less metaphorical.

[EuSouONumero345]

A fatal punch!

Or death

or torture.

THE BRAIN!

[cziken20]

Coming closer.

[Shiny]

A grenade?

[cziken20]

Yes! Your turn!

[Shiny]

I bring death to prevent death

I only kill those who possess me.

I am feared throughout the world,

Yet everyone in the world seeks me.

What am I?

[StrandedonEarth]

Medicine is what comes to mind, but it doesn't quite seem to fit...

[Shiny]

Nope. Medicine is certainly not feared by everyone

[EuSouONumero345]

Virus?

Bacteria?

Amnesia (lol)

Sickness

[Deathsoul097]

weapons. war.

[Shiny]

weapons. war.

Not quite, but getting closer... What prevents death by bringing death?

[cziken20]

USA. Hehe, nope.

Maybe pesticide?

[Shiny]

Weapons are along the lines of what I'm looking for, but a more specific answer is there. The answer is very literal.

USA. Hehe, nope.

Maybe pesticide?

Pesticides aren't necessarily feared throughout the world are they?

[vexx32]

Nukes?

Those that shine with the light of the sun, erasing all around.

[EuSouONumero345]

Soldiers?

But that would be "who" not "what"

Still, a bomber?

A tank!

The Doctor?

[Shiny]

Nukes?

Those that shine with the light of the sun, erasing all around.

Yep! Your turn! (Isawwhatyoudidthere)

[Starwhip]

Oh, dear. It's his turn...

[cziken20]

Oh, dear. It's his turn...

That isn't bad, he just has some... poetic skills. And riddling skills.

[Helix935]

hmm i ready for whatever he has to offer

[Starwhip]

Let's do this thing, Vexx! I wanty riddlez.

[vexx32]

Ripped from my mother's embrace,

My face is dull, rough and raw,

Shaped as I was born until this day,

This day when they rent me, for

Another to find in me what they seek.

Torn from her bleeding entrails,

I will never see what they saw,

Those foolish creatures who tore me,

Tore me from my mother's skin.

I am that which once was stardust,

Like so many others, my kin,

And yet so unlike these others.

These others who tore me from home,

Seeking that which I am not,

Beat me, broke me, bound me

Amongst the others of my peers,

Never to see our mother's cot,

For many long, weary years.

What am I?

(I made this in a bit of a hurry, there might be some mistakes.)