Total Hashers This Week - 80

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Correcting Run Records Policy

To encourage hashers, and hash virgins, to take responsibility for ensuring they have received proper run credit, the deadline for reporting missed runs will be Thursday evening following a run. As run stats are posted to the website by noon of the Tuesday following the run, hashers will have 2 1/2 days to review the run stats to confirm they've received credit for the run just held.

The reason for the Thursday deadline is we close out the run accounts and run records for a run on Friday mornings. Corrections entered before Friday help ensure we have an accurate accounting of the run.

It is hoped with this policy in place the number of hashers that pay the signup fee and walk away before having their name marked off on the signup list will be reduced. This will also eliminate the cases where a hasher comes to us weeks, months, or even years later asking to correct a missed run in the records.

The one exception to this policy will be those with duplicate run records can approach us when they're close to achieving a run award. At that time we will merge the records so the run award reflects all their runs with the PH3.

Missed runs can be reported via email to the Webmaster.

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NOTE: Scribe Reports are written for your entertainment and are a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to actual people and events is purely coincidental.

Scribe Report by Fowl Fucker

From the book of Fowl --chapter 8 --verse 4

And behold came the first day of the week . All didst gather on the hill far from the city on the edge of the wilderness with the 3 crosses of Barabas and another. All did huddle in small groups like shivering wet rabbits silent and miserable as the rains from the season fell upon them. The sky was dark and menacing and the hares were afraid of the great flood that could  befall them.
Then a great black cloud  gathered over the peasants and lightening did strike the ground and did speak with a booming voice   'I will mark the trees with the blood of a black sheep, you will fell the trees and build an ark of 800 cubits by 200 cubits and you will gather all animals of my Earth in pairs of differing gender. No two males shall be mixed, for this shall be known as rule 6--- Thou shalt not covet the turd of thy neighbour"-- and is punishable by fire and ice.  "
And the hares fell to their knees and raised their arms to the black cloud for they were the chosen ones and no one else heard the voice.  Tampax gathered tools and a chain saw for the task but before one tree could be felled a beam of sunlight fell upon the circle and behold this was surely a sign.
Then the great one known as Spaghetti Head did say to the peasants "form a circle" and they did. Much talk fell upon the circle.
Then the chosen ones Tampax and VV didst tell of the trail through the wilderness.  Tampax  talked freely of the trail that lies before them, flood, famine and serpents. Tampax held his chain saw high  revealing the entry to the trail and the secret of the trail was broken.
The peasants slowly moved towards the wilderness with heads bowed and moral low for the rains had dampened them. Long single file trails hammered the ground and the trail marks became un seen and many didst wander lost. But the great Roman road laid to the West and the thunder of the chariots on the hard ground did light the way to the circle and all were found.
Then the rains returned and dampened the joy and merriment once more. Tampax again started the chain saw to complete the building of the  ark but was held by  VV who was surely wise.
Once more the great circle formed and once more the rains were driven away. Virgins and sinners of all race and creed were brought into the great circle. Some had there sins revealed and hung their heads in shame, but there was amongst us a voice that could not be found.
And yea behold Sir Chicken Fucker from the house of Chicken and Nugget did punish by ice the "black sheep" that was a secret gang that lived amongst them preying on the poor and stealing wine and food from them and did live as kings with plastic tables and chairs eating food supplied by the peasants and did laugh in the face of Sir Chicken.
But their laughter fell on deaf ears as Sir Chicken held them captive on the ice and did lower into deep sleep their anus.
Laughter turned to moans of pain as the ice burned from them their sins.  But the voice that could not be found continued.
When all sins were driven from them, joy and relief fell upon them and they did call for the minstrel "Bam Bam" to sing songs of merriment,  but the voice that could not be found continued.
Sheikh Meme  who was his fathers son and came from a foreign land took the circle. He did speak with foreign tongue but the circle didst understand the message of his preaching's. This great hasher did know of sins even unknown by the Grand master and even revealed heinous sins of the Grand master who was surely pleased to receive the fiery ice. But the voice that could not be found was there.
Spaghetti Head once more took the circle and was angered by the voice that could not be found. He called on the circle to search diligently for the voice, then a gap in the circle appeared and the voice was revealed. The Grand master was angered and did call upon  the voice. But the voice did not answer. Once more the Grand master did call upon the voice and again the voice did not answer. The Grand master took hold of the robe of the voice and pulled him backwards into the circle and behold it was the voice of Karamba. The grand master scorned him and didst throw Karamba in the bucket of fiery ice and the voice did squirm and squeal and tried to escape from the bucket as the ice didst burn the spell and behold the lips fell silent.
And yeah behold the Grand masters power was more than the voice  and the  spell of the voice was driven from him.  Behold the voice was silent and many were pleased.
But there remained many voices in the darkness that day. Karamba was merely meek and week and could not fight the spell, but other voices remained silent cowering together. Shivering with fear they watched Karamba squirm in pain suffering the fiery ice alone. Behold the power of the  Grand master was revealed and is surely mighty. And behold the circle was closed and the holy hymn was sung by the peasants and the great chariot left the crosses on the hill in darkness.  Many sins were left behind along with the spell of the voice that now wanders as a whisper in the trees.

THE END
On On
Fowl Fucker