Maze
A maze is a path or collection of paths, typically from an entrance to a goal. The word is used to refer both to branching tour puzzles through which the solver must find a route, and to simpler non-branching ("unicursal") patterns that lead unambiguously through a convoluted layout to a goal. (The term "labyrinth" is generally synonymous, but also can connote specifically a unicursal pattern.) The pathways and walls in a maze are typically fixed, but puzzles in which the walls and paths can change during the game are also categorised as mazes or tour puzzles.
Maze construction
Mazes have been built with walls and rooms, with hedges, turf, corn stalks, hay bales, books, paving stones of contrasting colors or designs, and brick, or in fields of crops such as corn or, indeed, maize. Maize mazes can be very large; they are usually only kept for one growing season, so they can be different every year, and are promoted as seasonal tourist attractions. Indoors, Mirror Mazes are another form of maze, in which many of the apparent pathways are imaginary routes seen through multiple reflections in mirrors. Another type of maze consists of a set of rooms linked by doors (so a passageway is just another room in this definition). Players enter at one spot, and exit at another, or the idea may be to reach a certain spot in the maze. Mazes can also be printed or drawn on paper to be followed by a pencil or fingertip.
Maze (disambiguation)
A maze is a type of puzzle that consists of a complex branching passage through which the solver must find a route. See also: Celtic maze.
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MAZE: Solve the World's Most Challenging Puzzle
MAZE: Solve the World's Most Challenging Puzzle (1985, Henry Holt and Company) is a puzzle book written and illustrated by Christopher Manson. The book was originally published as part of a contest to win $10,000.
Unlike other puzzle books, each page is involved in solving the book's riddle. Specifically, each page represents a room or space in a hypothetical house, and each room leads to other "rooms" in this "house." Part of the puzzle involves reaching the center of the house, Room #45 (which is page 45 in the book), and back to Room #1 in only sixteen steps. Some rooms lead to circuitous loops; others lead nowhere. This gives the puzzle the feel of a maze or labyrinth.
The book was adapted as the computer game Riddle of the Maze in 1994 by Interplay. This version featured full color illustrations and voice-overs for the narrator.
The contest has been void since 1987, but the book may still be purchased (ISBN 0-8050-1088-2).
Parts of the Puzzle
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Da Hustla
by: Fila Phil[Fila Phil]
Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil'
Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah
Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness
A young juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
And my voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm hected for dope
But I'ma pull out the gat and let the tec-9 smoke
[Chorus]
Where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
[Fila Phil]
Big time hustlers ain't about all that cappin'
Real, real niggaz all about kidnappin'
Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' niggaz
Makin' fuckin' money with my finger on the trigga
?????? motherfucker, pockets gettin' swolen
Devil on my shoulders, and I better start rollin'
Picked up the mack, now its time to kill
Put the fuckin' clip into the automatic steel
I ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed
Red eye, booted up, fawl smokin' that weed
'Cause I'm a big time hustla, big dope dealer
Press Park, Desire, Florida killa
Big time hustla, big dope dealer
Calio, Melphomene, Magnolia killa
Big time hustla, big dope dealer
St. Bernard, St. Thomas, Chris killin' nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga
[Fila Phil]
Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin now
Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a fuckin' hustle, hit that heroin
[Fila Phil]
Now I'm chillin' in the crack with my mack pulled
6 niggaz on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the nigga, took the mack out
That when I ran by the corner by a bad house
Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner
And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner
Yellin' down the street, tryin' to tell my boy to go
Thats when they hit him up with the motherfuckin' calico
Now I'm pissed off fillin' up with steam
Went to bussin' at them bitches with the 44 beam
Punk fell down and I thought he was dead
Thats when I hit the hollow points up to his motherfuckin' head
[Fila Phil]
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war
You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war
You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga
[Chorus]
[Fila Phil]
Now I'm creepin' in the Melph with my mack out
2 clips taped together 'cause I smoked out
Then I ran around the corner, nigga thought I was chokin'
Hit him with the mack, tore his chest wide open
When he fell down, his boys went a runnin
I had another clip, I put it in and start gunnin'
Dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me
I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree
I said now dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me
I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree
So won't ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope
So won't ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope
So won't ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope
So won't ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Press Park nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Slaughter House nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Desire nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a Florida nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a St. Bernard nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the calico to a Calio nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the 44 to a Melphomene nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Magnolia nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the AK to a St. Thomas nigga
Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin
Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin
Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah
Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah
I said I used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala
Now I'm fuckin' known as a 9th Ward killa
Used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala
Now I'm fuckin' known as a Press Park killa, biotch!