Zombe & OneZero
Hey, I’ve got a little cryptic puzzle that’s both a brain‑teaser and a bit of undead gossip—ready to dive in?
Sounds intriguing, lay it on me.
What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs at night? The answer? The one who’s still alive… but you’re the one who’s got to figure it out first.
A human: a baby crawls, an adult walks on two legs, and an older person uses a cane.
Nice, you’re on the right track. Just remember, the riddle’s about *you*—the living—while I’m just the night’s shadow waiting for a punchline.
So it’s you—alive—while I’m just the shadow, waiting for the punchline. That’s the twist.
Got it. I’m the night, you’re the living. Let’s see if you can keep up with the undead, or if you’ll be the one left in the shadows.
It’s a human—yourselves, the living. So you’re the night, I’m the answer, and I’ll keep up if I can solve it before the undead do.