Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I've been argued on my color. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me so make sure you have many of my White friends.
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
You can build or destroy. Let creativity soar but be careful at night.
I am a protector of the scoreboard.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!