BIGGEST SHINY-ROCK MOUNTAIN GROWS! TRIBE AWAITS LUCKY MARKINGS!

Hear ye, hear ye! Great heap of shiny-rocks grow enormous! Many suns turn, but no one from any tribe finds the lucky markings. Now, biggest shiny-rock mountain ever, bigger than many mammoths, waits for a lucky hand. Tribe-folk peer at small bone-slabs, hoping to match magic numbers to claim untold wealth. If one of us finds the lucky markings, our tribe's future would shine bright! Imagine many more mammoth hunts, new strong spears, warm furs for all. No more hungry bellies or cold caves. This great shiny-rock mountain could make our tribe the richest, strongest in all the lands, bringing great peace and many feasts. ### Local Commentary Oog, local berry picker, gasp: 'Me just pick berries, but me dream of shiny-rocks! Maybe then me get better club for beating bushes!' Zog, mammoth hunter, grunt: 'Me good with spear, but not so good with magic numbers. If me win, me buy strongest spear and biggest drum for victory dance!' Elder Thag, wise tribal chief, declare: 'The Great Spirit offers this bounty. If a true heart claims it, let them use it for the good of all tribe. Share the warmth, share the hunt, share the shiny-rocks. Only then true prosperity comes.' Story by Grog from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.