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Your word's to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles
Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
'Cause I can't take anymore of this
I want to come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
I am nothing more than a little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide
'Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don't know how I feel
But I know I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
Epiphany, Staind
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Love this shot. This is my Greg Capullo Edition Riddler figure, backlit with my Riddler trophy.
This picture makes me insanely happy.
It says "Форма Царской России" - there are some questions about that, but I am more interested in the process used. It's definitely early 20th century, but the colours are sooo good!
And then I saw - Color by Klimbim. And found more. Stunning!
Cincinnati, OH. July 4, 2020. Shot on a Nikon F6 and Kodak Portra 160. Developed and scanned by The Darkroom.
Guys, please be considerate and comment when you favorite. Share your opinion. Tell me what you think. Really anything works. I like to hear feedback and putting effort into these feels meaningless if no one tells me anything, so please comment when you favorite
I was screwing around with a riddler design forever, until i finally tried the robin head on him, and it turned out great. As for hush, ive had this idea for ages. Pretty happy with how they both came out :)
Riddles designed '9F' 2-10-0 no.92214 ‘Leicester City’ heads under the occupation bridge with the 13:30 up Loughborough-Leicester North train.
2019 Last Hurrah Steam Gala
The Riddler walked Empress Penguin and the Ventriloquist to a small garage off of the side of the warehouse he was set up in.
“Due to the...slight set back with Miss Smoak, it seems we’ll have to split up. I’ve chosen the both of you to get the generator from the hospital because I know you can handle it.”
“Mr. Nygma, aren’t you forgetting Mr. Scarface?”
The Riddler nodded, reluctantly, “Sorry, the three of you. I’ve chosen the three of you.”
“How exactly are we going to get to the hospital, Ed?” Empress raised an eyebrow.
“With the car!” Riddler opened the garage door and pointed to his car that he had stolen from Gotham Raceway, painted, of course, in Riddler colors.
“I do hope you can all get there in time. We wouldn’t want another nuke to hit closer to home. Roman, Jervis, and I will find the Calculator. Do not fail.”
The Riddler burst through the metal door into the parking garage and ran down the stairs towards his car, before Empress Penguin and Poison Ivy burst in as well.
“You can’t get away that easily, you bastard!” Empress pointed her umbrella at Riddler and took a shot.
Nygma ducked down behind his car as Empress shot again. Poison Ivy wrapped vines around the hood and tugged it towards the two woman.
Riddler laughed, “Fool.” He pressed a button on his cane and two machine guns came out of the front of the car, which quickly began firing.
Ivy created a wall of vines and grabbed Empress as the two slid down the stairs. The guns kept firing until they ran out, and by that time Riddler was running down the ramp.
Empress growled and chased after him before finally catching up to him, tackling him as Riddler struggled against her.
Nygma got a swing or two in, and Empress slammed her fist into his face, blood staining his mask as his nose broke.
“You...bitch!” Nygma kicked into Empress’s stomach, hurling her off of him. He slowly stood up, tossing his hat aside and tugging his mask off, “You should’ve stayed dead, you Lazarus zombie.” He grabbed his cane and slowly walked over to her.
Poison Ivy was standing 5 feet away, solemn. She watched as Empress begged and pleaded for her to help as Riddler slammed his cane into her over and over, laughing under his breathe.
“You though Ivy was on your side?! You absolute MORON!”
Empress coughed up some blood, “If...if you kill me...my father will come after you...”
“Let that midget come.” Riddler broke his cane against Empress’s head and stabbed it into her chest, roaring in anger before laughing hard.
“I WON!”
Edward Nygma was a forensic investigator for the GCPD with a penchant for asking riddles, one of the few fond memories from his abusive household. He was viewed as a know-it-all and weird by most of his co-workers, especially when he began to develop a crush on his fellow forensic investigator Ms. Kirsten Kringle. At first, what Nygma was doing seemed harmless enough; Small, passing gifts left on her desk now and then. Ed eventually started buying bigger gifts for her, though he found he needed the money to do so. He elected to grab money from the stolen goods processing vault and use it. No one would miss it, right? He bought watches, necklaces, expensive tokens of his affection. One day, while raiding the vault as usual, he was caught by an officer. Scared that he’d be reported to the captain, Ed stabbed him, over and over. He had cut the cameras to the vault earlier, replacing it with previous footage of the room so the officers wouldn't discover his theft. He remained within the vault, along with the body, until most had gone home. Ed dragged the body into the morgue and placed it in one of the freezers. He got a bit of a thrill from not being caught, and decided to chase that thrill, leaving a riddle on the body to find the killer and locking the freezer, heading out to buy Ms. Kringle a bracelet. Of course, Ed was caught. It didn't cross his mind that he was the only one in the GCPD known for riddles at the time, and when he tried to pass it off as a framing, the internal affairs investigation discovered the knife he left in the vault. Along with that, they uncovered the robberies he had been periodically carrying out. Awestruck that someone could possibly outsmart him, Ed snapped. He admitted to the murder and was locked in Arkham, where he quickly began to devise an escape plan and a new identity: The Riddler.
Riddles designed '2MT' 2-6-0 no.78018 heads past Woodthorpe, with the 09:50 Loughborough-Leicester North train.
2017 GCR Goods Galore Gala
Who has a red cap, white beard, and creeps around your house at Christmas?
That's right.......a Pileated Woodpecker!
An update on my version of Riddler.
Also updates on the series.
I am going to continue it I am just waiting on a friend to finish a few figures and stuff he is working on to do a collab with him. :D
"I walk on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the day" I said to myself.
I let out a soft laugh, it was funny due to the situation. There I stood, in front of William Tockman. He didn't notice me at first, so I had time to ask myself a riddle.
"Edward. I cannot say that I am pleased to see you. We did not leave on good terms."'
"We didn't did we, Will?"
The old man scowled. He like's being called William, and only William. Heard that almost every day in Arkham. I scowled under my mask as well.
"William." He said, his lips pursed together and angry.
"William, fine. So how's being dead?" I leaned on my staff.
"A man named Temple Fugate has stolen my title. I will take it back."
Now that intrigued me.
"Temple? Oh, he's a friend of mine." I nodded in agreeance with myself.
The old man's eyes lit up with anger, and his scowl returned. His well-worn face molded around the anger he was showing me, "Tell me where he is."
"Hah, I can't just tell you...you know me, William." I smirked underneath my mask, pleased with myself.
"Ask your damn riddle, Nygma."
"Calm down old man, you might give yourself a heart attack."
I pondered the riddle for a few moments before asking him.
"I am apart of everything, including you. Once I die, I will begin anew. As my life status becomes dire, I burn brighter and brighter. What am I?"
The Globe hobbled across his base. He hadn’t fixed his helmet yet, because he knew where some of his soldiers were now. They were going to fight for Riddler. About 50 of them, but based on what Globe had heard, the villains Empress Penguin had would kill them all within 5 minutes.
He leaned against his cane as he walk into the foyer, where two people were waiting for him. Arnold looked a lot happier than the last time Hammond had seen him, and also had no Scarface. Merely a sock on his hand.
Empress Penguin spoke first after a minute of shocked silence from the Globe, “Hello, Mr. Carter!”
The Globe warily answered, “Hello...”
Arnold turned to Socko and whispered something in his “ear.” The puppet nodded and turned to Globe, “Mr. Wesker says hello as well!”
Esmeralda nodded slowly, “Yes...Socko speaks for Wesker now...ahem, anyways. Mr. the Globe, I have an offer for you.”
“What’s that then...”
“How would you like to kill Riddler?”
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The Riddler had suited up after cleaning the broken glass he had thrown against the wall, tugging his mask over his face.
He knew where some of the Owls worked out of, near the industrial district. So, naturally, he made his way there.
The Riddler Racer tore through the streets of Gotham. Riddler has a small window of time now to seize ultimate control of underworld. The Batman had returned, and now Riddler had more motivation to do so. If he did, it would prove that he was smarter than the Bat.
He pulled the car into a small parking lot near an iron factory. There had been reports of an owl infestation. There probably was an actual owl infestation, but Riddler knew what else it meant.
A Talon jumped down from the roof in front of him, “Edward Nygma, you have trespassed. The Court of Owls sentences you t-“
Riddler cut the Talon off, “Yeah yeah yeah, that’s great. Listen to me, you glorified zombie. Go tell your superiors that I have a deal for them. I’m the smartest man in Gotham, they need me if they want to defeat the Batman. If the Owls can secure the underground for me...then I’ll join your little cult.”
SDCC time again, and what a disappointment... again.
I think by now it has become more than obvious that Lego doesn't really give a damn about the European collectors, fans and customers - or anyone living outside San Diego or NY, for that matter. "Build hype and excitement around the brand", "Creating brand awareness", they say. For whom, if I may ask? For those attending a convention? Why the public announcements then? Why the "limited" issues flashed before our eyes? Why not just giving away limited batches of ACTUAL products that will be released in the following year? What the heck, even BrickArms does it like that and still gets a great deal of "hype" and "brand awareness", I might add. What is this, some sort of "look what a cool minifig we can design, but hey, you'll never get it, because it's limited and hey, we also have to leave a bit more to be squeezed out of the character in the following year... Maybe a printed leg here, a different torso there..." ?
I just learned that a Batman/Riddler/Flash set has been announced at SDCC and will be out in 2014. Apparently, it will contain a hotrod for the Riddler. So here's some "hype" marketing on my side. By the time the set is out, I'll get you a proper minifig-scale hotrod for the Riddler and I'll give away building instructions for free - yes, for FREE! - just so you won't have to buy that set! The little hotrod in the image is just a preview, but I promisse the minifig-scale version will be more than just a joke meant to sell 3 minifigs.
Obviously, this is just bitter irony, as most obviously you WILL pay the money for the set just to get the minifigs that everyone wants... Because you know that is all that "Batman: The Riddler Chase" is about, right? I might be wrong about all of this, but the fact still remains: It's just frustrating to see a brand that we all love - and promote, I might add - going... "limited".
Enough debate, I'm back :)
a wound that will not heal - in my head
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Riddle #1 · Jon Balke · Batagraf
During SDCC 2012 at San Diego Convention Center, San Diego, CA, USA on July 11 2012 Photo: Jason Chau
Date: July 11 2012
Time: 07 : 01 : 19 PM
Model: NIKON D800
Lens: AF Zoom 24-70mm f/2.8G
"Why rely on others for help when you can design, program, engineer and manufacture it yourself."
- Edward Nygma
The riddle for the Whitsun weekend: what exactly do we see here?
As we can see here
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it is a wall - after the electrician has drawn a new cable and the house painter rendered this. Don't ask me why he uses this black colour :-)
“Now that we have a generator, we may begin!” The Riddler seemed happy, even though everyone was being threatened with a nuke.
Doctor Phosphorus was fitted into an apparatus similar to the one at the hospital that the Riddler had created.
“We will return you to the hospital soon, Alex. Thank you for your help.”
“Of course. Just trying to give back, y’know?”
The Riddler paused and nodded slowly, then turned to the computer he had set up which flickered on. After a few minutes, he called Black Mask and Jervis to bring in Calculator.
Calculator had been brought to the warehouse shortly after Empress Penguin and Arnold had arrived with Doc Phos. Black Mask shoved him into the computer room with Riddler.
“Where the hell have you been, Edward.”
“Ah, Noah. You didn’t ‘question’ who was controlling things behind the shadows?”
Calculator sneered, “Oh, please spare me the puns, for God sakes. What do you want.”
The Riddler clicked something on the computer and Signal Man’a broadcast came up. He pointed to Signal Man with his cane, “Find him.”
“What? Find Cobb? No, I’m good.”
“Have you not been watching the news, Noah?”
“I have, and I was trying to get out of town but Professor Strange had other ideas, as did your lackeys.”
Riddler slammed his cane on the floor, “Kuttler! Time is of the essence!”
“Then get the Clock King!” Calculator turned to leave but was met with Black Mask’s gun. He sighed, “Fine. I’ll do it.”
The Riddler smiled beneath his mask, “Happy to hear. Jervis, watch him.”
“Of course! Hehe!”
As Riddler and Black Mask walked out of the computer room, Roman asked Nygma a question, “Nygma, when are we gonna tell him we killed his daughter.”
“Let him find out on his own...”