Silk and Hooks

I've been staking out the Monorail hub on paradise and Desert in for three days. The Spider Men are most active at night, so I've rearranged my sleeping habits to. I'm typing this before heading off to sleep.

I'm camped in Wynnland, the overgrown remains of a golf course. It's beautiful, thick with trees and painted with flowers. The animals here don't seem to be hostile, in fact, I've awoke just just before sunset yesterday staring into the strange rectangular eyes of a giant goat-thing. I say "thing" because it was much too tall and wide to be a standard goat.

I'm getting off topic.

The Spider Men are keen, agile and efficient. I've seen them, time after time now, twirl off the high tracks of the Mono to snag one kind of animal or another with wicked looking hooks. It's almost beautiful, watching them. They connect themselves to the tacks by long silk cords wrapped around their body, causing them to twist and spin as they hurtle towards the earth. I assume this slows their fall, preventing them from breaking their own necks when they stop descent.

They are all highly decorated. Their culture has a strong belief system centered around either tattoos or war paint, as their bodies come alive with strange designs and symbols.

The last thing I've noticed- they continually hunt animals roaming the street, but I've never seen a cooking fire. From this I gather they either have working electricity (not impossible) or they skin and eat the poor critters raw.

I need to get up there and do some snooping. If they really are nocturnal, it won't be a problem.

If.