There’s something relaxing about cooking up explosives. Maybe its the fact that at any moment your face could be blown off that just kinda forces me to slow down and enjoy… well not having my face blown off. Usually makes for nice casual journaling, but today, it’s not working I just keep thinking how this territory thing is getting to be quite the task. Hell, Walter even had to start writing down a list… “Threat Down ©” he called it, some sort of joke I guess, anyway I’m pretty sure he got to fuckin ten.

After Brook and Cornell took off like dogs after the mailman me an Dev went to get Luc out of the hospital. He’s still pretty fucked up, but the Uratha he was fighting is still in bed so I say he wins. Especially since he still turned out to be pretty useful in a fight.

Dev made the decision that Brew taco’s are probably the biggest fish at the Ukiah “you better fuckin eat it all if you want this territory buffet” so we went down to exact some vengeance on a corn field. Turns out the corn that had previously attacked Walt & Brook was being controlled by some grape spirits. We took ‘em out like a real pack, picking them off one by one. Worked nice, hell I don’t think any of us even took any damage…. Well Luc, but that was only because his ribs weren’t attached and it didn’t seem to affect his combat style, fuckin Rahu’s.

Anyway, we got some info out of the last grape spirit, apparently she was getting her orders from Vito vide?.. Whatever some other more powerful vineyard spirit. We got what really matters which is her route, next comes the fun part.

Oh yeah, we also saved a little corn spirit that they were feeding on. As of now he’s under our protection, and I mean really under our protection, he wouldn’t let us leave without him. Seems like a good spirit though, and we need all the allies we can get in the Hisil… ::sniff, sniff:: Ohhh that’s not good.