If you thought last week was a shitshow, strap in, because Run 329 was a cacophony of absolute, unadulterated drama. We came for a run and some beers, but what we got was a theatrical performance of sheer patheticness. Pre-Run WhatsApp Tears & The Arrival As is tradition, the pre-run WhatsApp chat was primarily dedicated […]

Welcome to the disaster class that was Run #330. Our illustrious hare, Y2KYJelly, decided to host us from Ball (or Bag) End—proving once and for all that a massive dick does indeed reside at that address. Here is the official log of our suffering: The Stealth Mission & The Banshee We kicked things off by […]

The "Trail" After quickly updating the hareline, it became blindingly obvious that the actual Hare was MIA. So, our GM did what GMs supposedly do - he actually showed up and did some work. He laid what was undoubtedly an absolutely amazing trail. It was clearly marked, traversed virgin territory, had well-thought-out guidance, checks, on-backs […]

Let’s just get this out of the way: we executed yet another flawlessly planned, masterful, highly athletic run. ...Alright, fine, back to reality. Our esteemed Hare, Derro, decided that actually doing his job and laying a trail was far too much effort. He blamed the rain—which, surprisingly, wasn't just a classic Arsenic-style hallucination this time; […]

What a f$ckin run. The hare (Eno F$ck All) proved once and for all, he really knows how to set trial with this 7km / 3hr 18min beauty. Unfortunately, due to the limits imposed by the run theme numbers had to be capped to “tree” but as it turns out this wasn’t as much of […]

Well, here we go again. The hare, Fresh Meat, decided that setting a trail from the infamous dogging park simply lacked ambition. Naturally, the only logical way to upgrade dodging, dodgy, doggy-style, dirtbags in the dark was to drag us straight through a paddock containing an active, sleeping bull. Absolutely brilliant. Ballbags, our glorious RA, […]