Silently I drink and dive in fluids dark as night.
I beat the mighty warrior but never in fight.
The black blood in my veins your thirst for knowledge slakes.
My spittle is more venomous than that of poison snakes.
Though all of it stands above the ground,
What grows up at the same time it grows down?
I have Stage Selections at the Start.
I meet the Boss at each end of Stages.
I am allowed any Stages except the Last ones.
To unlock the last, I gotta clear the ones available.
What game series am I?
Halo of water, tongue of wood
Skin of stone, long I’ve stood.
My fingers short reach to the sky
Inside my heart men live and die.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn, I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old, then valued for my hardened gold. What am I?
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.
With the rich I am blue,
With the poor I am red,
With the lizard I am cold
With the wolf I am hot instead
I come to hospitals and bad bridges,
The vanguard and crumbling ridges,
When I come, I come alone,
Touch a shoulder, then we're gone
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside,
Light as a feather,
Yet ten men cannot lift it.
I am a journey that all must take,
A path that none can avoid or fake.
My embrace is cold and final,
And yet, some find my arrival vital.
What am I?
My joints you'll never see, on my own I do not breathe, on my back I carry death, and I never am what you want.
What is that which, while it lives, constantly changes its habit,
That is buried before it is dead, and whose tomb is valued wherever it is found?