Yesterday we went exploring in the scary old factory over by Old Man Cantrell's farm. He got mad and yelled at us for trespassing, but we managed to grab a neat gold ring before we left.

Yesterday, we found a ton of water-damaged acoustical ceiling tiles for our radical fort. Chip said we should use them to make a new clock tower, but I'd rather build anti-personnel mines. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.