The pack of Hashers were waist-deep in a bog, shivering in the rain, and covered in so much sludge they looked like swamp monsters.
A "Harriette" wiped a glob of mud from her eye and sighed, "I think I’ve finally figured out the difference between a normal Hash and IGS's trail”
"What's that?" asked the GM, currently trying to fish his shoe out of a sinkhole.
"On a normal trail, you follow the flour," she says. "On IGS's trail, you have to follow the bubbles of the person who went under before you!"
