TheBiddz said
Khan, I did actually get around to Spoder World. I may have forgotten about it for a while, so I apologize for that
I saw, and now a random riddle you will never make sense of.
Eight spiders, eight.
Clattering on the stones, ticking, ticking, tapping, tapping impatiently. They were done with their battle, with their feasting, devouring their siblings, growing stronger with each juicy bite. Bloated and spent, they stood around the octagonal stone, myriad eyes staring into myriad eyes, eight legs eight tapping and clattering.
They could eat no more; they could fight no more. Exhaustion held them in place. The thousands became eight the eight strongest, the eight smartest, the eight most devious, the eight most ruthless.
The spiders knew that they could not influence the choice any longer. The competition was long past, the fight decided, and only She Who Was Chaos could make the final pronouncement.
The spiders do not delude themselves with false hubris. They do not deceive themselves with any thoughts that they might undo that which would be done. The broodling war was over.
Eight legs eight tap-tapped nervously on the stone. Beyond the cocoon of the inner sanctum, sheltered in their dome.
The plot is scripted by the Lady of Chaos, and that is the most perplexing and tantalizing of all.
For any road paved by her would not run straight, nor to any expected destination.
That is the beauty. The spiders know it.
The time is approaching.
The spiders know it.
Eight legs eight clattered on the stones, ticking, ticking, tapping, tapping, patience twisted, stretched and torn asunder.
Eight legs, eight.
When or how did eight spiders become only eight legs?