I flow without water, I burn without flame, I weave through the wires, I'm never the same.

I’m a rogue. I am a heavy drinker. I’m the frontier. I am a pathfinder. I’ve been a titan and also a cube. And I’m consistently asking for lube. If we’re being cheeky I could be an older brother. A bit of wordplay to help you discover. What am I?

Love me or not, to some I’m oddly crisp, tasting like herbs or a sad rubber tire from a dish. Twisted and bold, a nostalgic wish, but I’m more like the black sheep of the candy dish

I have seas with no water, coast with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land. What am I?

Use me to tell where you want to go. Make me, to tell them what you know. I'll help you settle the score. Get to me if you haven't before.