In a game I am the goal. Find me to be whole. Follow the clues, I'm at the end. Your final treasure, your best friend. What am I?

Used often in the blues, whether tubed or in tune. Equality be thy mean, Push down here, the other looms. Precision held in rule, To drafts, it is the tool. To hold a range in play. Best tare it or you’re fooled.

I’m a place where footing fails, Where every step may shift the trails. The deeper you go, the harder to flee, I cling like a curse to your boots and knees. I can be made of mud, or trouble instead, A tangled situation where progress is dead. Step carefully, or you may find That escaping me takes more than you planned.

I’m a tiny red jewel with a pit tucked inside, but give me a sundae and I’ll sit there with pride.

I am small and white, but I am not salt. I am thrown at weddings, but I am not confetti. You must boil me to make me soft, but if you leave me in water too long, I disappear into mush. What am I?