A vertical path of steps, where each level climbs like a ladder, but without rungs. It carries you up and down, a zigzag dance inside buildings, yet not an elevator.

When a lumberjack gets fired, he loses this, whereas others actually get it.

We are dealt the hand that life provides. My life can be seen as a paradox. I am at the whim of what the player decides. Though I am the most royal male in this box. But I am not the only one. Of fifty-two, four exist. Our skirmishes are for your fun. Face me if you dare. Do you know who this is?

Some people like me, some may not. I can be cold, or I can be hot. Maybe I can smell of Lavender. I am not animate, so I may not wander. I can ease your pain. And still you can gain. What am I?

I’m brown and hairy, but not an animal. I’m filled with water, but I never drink.