Peanuts were in fact the thing. After obtaining some peanuts from the trade caravan that had arrived in Near Chicago, we set forth to deal with the Cookie Monster. The celebration was unfortunately short.
I went on a rampage, I suspect that it was possession by Gun spirit, but all I can safely say for certain is that it was not the Demon. The incident caused us to flee Near Chicago with great haste and a few bodies in our wake. I regained control of myself, bound in the back of the truck. I, I have reveled more to these few then I have to any in many years, but they seem to accept me. I can only hope for tomorrow