Riddle: There is a dead man in the middle of a field wearing a helmet, nothing is around him and there are no footprints of any sort. There is an unopened knapsack on his back. Inside is a giant table cloth. How did he die?
Riddle: With pointed fangs I sit in wait, With piercing force I dole out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming my might, Eternally joining in a single bite. I'm sitting on your desk right now. What am I?