After arriving home I started to open up and catalogue the box of horrors I got from my old cult. I picked up a pin with the tree symbol of the cult but this one had an odd tongue nailed to the base of the tree. The pin was smudged and old and I hadn't seen this specific combination of the symbols before so I wiped at the grime on it and pricked my finger. For such a small wound it hurt like a bee sting that got hit by a hammer. I felt my head rock for a minute and then felt my mind expand outwards as I started to get a more familiarized understanding of languages of the things around me. Not just the spanish on the radio either but birds outside and the stray cats running around in the alley near the apartment complex. I'm not sure what's happening but I don't love it. 

Not much to tell here. Went to sleep holding a statue, woke up no statue failed I guess. At least this time I wasn't dragged out of my way to some sandbar or Kansas or vegas or anything. Just went to bed and woke up, easy enough. I think I'm gonna spend some more time at the range and try to get better with shooting. That weird bracelet gets twitchy if I don't use it every three days or so. I have to wait until there isn't anyone else around because the thing looks nasty, shoots like a beut though so I can't complain too much. I'm getting more confident with these weird abilities, I think if I can get a bit stronger I might try to go out and start making a difference. Nothing too crazy, but finding others that are stuck like I was and helping them would be a good first step.