Riddles

[ceasetoexist]

Hey, you know what I love? Being droned for a week and a half for absolutely no friggin' reason. No. That's just great.

Anyway, I'm bored, so lets play a game. Got a riddle for you. Well, I guess it's more like a logic puzzle then a riddle, but they're close enough to be the same thing. Whatever. So here it is:

Three duelists are standing off against one another. Technically, everything about each duelist seems similar: each has a gun and is the same distance apart from the others. Despite this, each duelist has a different possibility of hitting his opponents. Duelist A has a 90% chance of firing and hitting either oppoennt. Duelist B, however, only has a 60% chance of firing and hitting an opponent.

You are Duelist C. You have a 30% chance of firing and hitting either opponent. You can't run; running will have both of them automatically draw their guns on you. So you have to stay and do something. So, the question is who do you fire at in order to survive?

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....What?

No! You're lying!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Among other things...

[Things he clearly isn't going to recount. The good manners, the constant smiling, the friendly offer to go to the malt shop. These will haunt his memory forever.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Yeah.

Go ahead and kill me the next friggin' time that happens, if that's how things are.

[Beat.]

And that's the ONLY time, got it?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

If it's what you want. Sure.

[That'll be some good batting practice.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So like...

Do you ever talk in a different tone of voice then the three I've heard you use? Like there's this, then anger, then just...creepy jerkwad voice.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

You're keeping tack?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pretty much yeah.

[No. There is absolutely nothing creepy about that, is there Slugger?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Mostly it's something he's never really thought about. But now that he is, there was a time when he went stammering incomprehensibly to Death the night when Grady attacked Susan. Like hell he's going to tell you about it, though.]

...No?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Amazing. Guess three tracks is better then one.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You forgot "ego-trip" and "chicken".


Wait. Those are yours.

[King of comedy. Right here.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

Least I'm not terrified of losing my baby teeth.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You would if you knew better...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Okay. And why, exactly, would I have been afraid of losing my baby teeth?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Mind control.

[His "mommy" told him so.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....What the heck are you babbling about?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Lost teeth being used for mind control.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Get out of town!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I can't.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Very funny.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It's happened before. [Supposedly. The tooth thing, that is.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And you've seen it?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

No. Miss Susan has. And Death.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well, alright. I mean, I've seen crazier crap and-

What do you mean "and Death".

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Death. He's... my pseudo great-grandfather.

[Kind of mumbling a little. What, it's awkward. This "family" stuff...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That's....huh.

I don't know if it's good or not I'm learning to accept this crap. I mean my home was weird, but we didn't have death telling people about how lost teeth can be used for mind control or something.