In this newfangled era, where wires hum and screens flicker with proclamations, a woeful truth doth glare at us: a portion of our sturdy band—aye, those dubbed the Technically Challenged Brothers (TCBs)—be left blinking in bewilderment at the alchemy of the internet. Once, quill and post did suffice; now, the whole contraption of our gatherings and registrations is wound tight around the gears of electronic contrivance.
Yet, noble TCBs need not despair! For though they may falter before the cold lantern of the glowing screen, their brethren shall not leave them stranded on the banks of progress. Nay! Instead, we declare it a mark of honor and privilege that the more nimble-fingered among us step forth as Sponsors—trusted companions to guide the unclicking hand through the labyrinth of modern logistics.
Let each adept Brother seek out one of these forgotten few, clasp him under wing, and see him safely registered, notified, and accounted for. To bear the title of Sponsor is no small office—it is a duty, a distinction, a chance to uphold the sacred charge of fellowship. For in our hall, no Brother shall be abandoned to the shadows of technological dismay, so long as we bind together in charity, mockery, and mutual indignity.
Thus proclaimed: Seek the TCBs and render aid, and take pride in the lending of it. For in this union of weakness and strength, we preserve the eternal absurdity of our order.
If you are in need assistance, or offering to provide it but don’t know to whom, you can contact the cyberwang.
If you insist on using pen, ink, paper checks and postage stamps to register for doins, you may download and print this generic registration form.