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Gamemasters: Ore Ore Ore and Mr. Singu Reach out via OREMOB’s Discord DMs
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TIP: Mob Runners are the insiders. Eyes everywhere, always plugged in, know a guy who knows a guy. 😉
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The Spectre’s fingers are not made like yours or mine. They grow one by one, yet two take turns until the order’s realigned. First comes index, then the middle, and the ring that’s close behind. Next the pinky, last the thumb to wrap the lot, to close the line. You must seek advice from keepers, for the fingers’ contents you must find. Yet to the making of the thumb, everyone is blind. And now go, complete your calling and give me peace of mind. Success will be rewarded, for I am generous and kind.
The Spectre’s fingers are not made like mine or yours. First you tell the parts of 4, before the fifth can end the course. Index, middle, ring and pinky. Find the writing find the source. And glance at what it’s made of, Avert from meaning for it will open answers doors.
Fingers contents you must seek Their components, what’s behind. Every finger holds its own But well hidden, in plain sight. Before you can complete the streak Parts will have to be aligned. Single fragments of the bone, For now it’s broken, twirled and twined.