As we crossed the damp misty moorland of Scotland we observed a tribe of Gingerigine's. They stalked the shadows of the scots pines avoiding the sunlight, their ginger hair betraying their presence as they stalked their main prey, the illusive Haggis.
A 'game' where redheads rub their hair into the faces of other people, either redheads themselves or norms. Normally this is a game of stealth, surprising the unwitting victim at inappropriate moments. It is a celebration of being ginger.