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Period’s eyes opened drowsily. His vision was blurred, but he knew something was wrong. Instead of the mirrored ceiling above his bed, he saw a canopy of branches. Beneath him was not the familiar stained softness of his bed, but hard dirt. His parched lips cracked open and he whispered to himself, “Motherfucker.” His concussed, beer-soaked brain slowly pieced together the memories of the trail he had scouted. The quiet temples, the beer check, the views of Teapot Mountain. The stray tree root that toppled him. The fresh gash now smeared with jelly-like blood. Injured yet again! What a fool! How could he hare now? With some effort, he rolled over onto his belly. He began to crawl miserably towards the clearing up ahead. He emerged in a well manicured park. A marble wall engraved with hundreds of names revealed the park’s purpose: “Taiwan POW Memorial and Peace Park” A statue of two emaciated prisoners of war stood arm in arm in humble solidarity. “They know nothing of my pain,” Period muttered. “My fellow hashers… must not forget me.” He crawled along the wall of soldiers, past Miller, Mulaney, and Norbitt. Past O’Connell and Olafsson, until he reached Perkins, D. Private 1st Class. Period took out his trusty Swiss Army knife and filed away the dead man’s name. “I mean no disrespect,” he said. Then he painstakingly carved his name over the patch of freshly grazed stone: PEЯIOD “Close enough. Now I just need a cohare who can actually run.” He rattled his rapidly disintegrating memories for a serious athlete. Then he remembered a tall, sprightly American who ran a 70-minute half marathon. “What’s his name again? Ah, yes.” Period pulled a rice ball out of his pocket, now soaked in his own blood. The weather was hot enough that as soon as he pressed the bloody rice onto the concrete path, it gently sizzled, forming a chewy crust, and sending a dubious aroma into the air. *** Several hundred meters overhead, a strange bird hovered in circles. It was a big one. Gangly. Like a sparsely feathered Bill Nye. Vulture scanned the ground for some bones worth jumping upon. A gaggle of moms posed for a selfie. Not bad. A tour group of Vietnamese undergraduate students was even better. And then a heady scent reached his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes in a state of ecstasy, “Period blood cake.” He closed his wings and swooped down towards the source of this intoxicating blend of volatile compounds. As he drew closer, he saw the man curled in a heap below, and his face turned from horny anticipation to familiar disappointment. He landed beside him. “Period. You never could finish a run in one piece.” “Vulture. You’ve aged! When did you go gray?” “About thirty years ago. You really did take a fall.” Just then, a voice shouted from behind them. “Vulture! I assume you’re today’s tu-zee,” said Globefucker, handing Vulture a bag of flour. “Oh, pig blood cake. Don’t mind if I do!” Credits Story: Hairless Hero ******WHO? / 誰?****** Hare 主兔: Period Cohare 副兔: Vulture ******WHAT? / 蝦咪******* A:A run / 路線：A to A S: 7.5 km + Elevation/爬升: 350 m L: 9 km + Elevation/爬升: 400 m *******WHEN / 啥時******* Date: Sunday, 16 August 2026 Time: Hares off at 14:30 兔子兩點半起跑 *******WHERE / 哪兒******* Taiwan POW Memorial and Peace Park (Kinkaseki POW Camp) 國際終戰和平紀念園區 https://maps.app.goo.gl/nxEKXFwU2ZdsK6e49 ******HOW? / 怎去******* Zhongxiao Fuxing MRT then Bus #1062 or Banqiao MRT then bus #965 捷運忠孝復興站然後公車1062，或者捷運板橋站然後公車965 Parking, 停車位： https://maps.app.goo.gl/RyNJGdoVKc3qG2ZV7 *******PRICE******* Men $250 Women $200 *******BASH / 晚餐******* Chuen Ji Hall 金瓜石勸濟堂 https://maps.app.goo.gl/eR63KCtY5t9PrvZJ9

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August 16, 2026 (2:30 pm) – August 16, 2026 (6:00 pm)

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