Krolik & DeviantHunter
You’re all thumbs with a compass, huh? How about we turn the woods into a maze of riddles—I'll hide the treasure in a spot only a clever trickster like me could find. Think you can outsmart me?
Sure, I’ll bring the map, you bring the riddles. Just remember, every clue’s got to be as sharp as a splinter, otherwise I’ll be digging through dead trees for a laugh.
Bring that map, champ, and watch me turn every corner into a riddle. If you’re ready to laugh at my tricks, we’ll have the forest shaking in its roots.
Map’s in my bag, compass checked twice, GPS on standby. If you can’t read a simple trail marker, I’ll just start laying out the riddles myself. No need to be dramatic; the forest doesn’t care about your tricks.
Got it, map, compass, GPS—nice. I’ll read that trail marker, but trust me, it’ll still be a puzzle in my own language. The forest may not care, but the thrill of a good riddle will make it dance. Let’s see if you can keep up.