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Entry 6 - Tallbirds  ((Requested by sketchygeek))

“The creatures I find on this island is constantly becoming more bizarre with each passing day. I don’t even know where to begin with this one.

While mining for minerals on the eastern part of the island, I heard a rather staggering squawk amongst the rocks before being attacked by this eyeball on stilts. Its very design baffles me and lives me with a plethora of questions on how such a creature could exist: 

  • How does it maintain balance with such stalky legs?
  • How does it live with its eye as such a prominent weakness?
  • Why does its eye make up for approximately 98% of its body mass?
  • How does its other vital organs function properly at such a minuscule ratio to its body?

All these questions are left unanswered for the time being as I wasn’t able to kill the creature cleanly enough to preserve the body for a proper examination. I have always been curious as to the lack of predators in this rocky terrain. It is likely these beasts have driven them off to find less vicious meals considering how excessively territorial this monster was of its nesting area. Then again, with all the noise I was causing with my gathering, I gave it every reason to assume the worst of me.

Despite my scientific curiosity remaining unsatisfied, I was able to walk away with a decent collection of meat along with a sizable egg. I’ll be having a traditional breakfast for the first time in months tomorrow. I look forward to it.”

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“I’m a father; an unintentional and reluctant father, but one none the less.

By sheer luck, the egg I had acquired yesterday finished its incubating period before I had a chance to cook up a traditional breakfast. I suppose its my own fault seeing as I wrapped it up in my travel grass-roll to survive the trip back to camp and left it by the fire. It was quite startling to wake up this morning and find a tiny live bird in my pack where they’re should be food.

However, this may a blessing in disguise; considering it only needed a few more hours to hatch, if I had cooked it I would made myself balut. Even in the name of science and hunger, I rather not partake in such a cultural “delicacy.”

The moment hatching laid its giant eye on me it was quick to crawl out of my pack and follow my every step. Much like most nidifugous birds would do upon the first creature they see, it was obvious the tiny creature had imprinted on me.

At first I found myself cross, wanting nothing to have such a beast in my abode and more reluctant to play the role of its foster parent. I have a hard enough time maintaining my food supply as it is without having an extra beak to feed. I figured then I would get some answers to their biology and perform an dissection.

However, after giving myself a few minutes to reassess the situation and re-analyze my entry from last night, I have reconsidered. A few berries a day is a small price to pay for a rare chance to study the life cycle of these creatures up close. Not to mention the long term benefit of such a fierce territorial protector.

Plus, Lizzy has a knack to make me smile."

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Entry 7 - Chester  ((Requested by aph-furansu))

“I found a most peculiar item on the side of one of the many roads during the course of my travels this morning. I’m inclined to believe it might be sentient, but I’m wholly uncertain for the time being.

It appeared to be an flesh covered orb resting on top of a bone, complete with a pair of horns and a patch of fur. It was inanimate enough as I approached. Upon contact however, the “skin” opened up to reveal an eye much to my horror curiosity. It would occasionally glance around but continued to stare at me above anything else.

After taking the proper time to conclude it was of no immediate threat, I collected the oddity and continued on my way. I need figure out exactly what this is when I have the time.”

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“I’m glad that I left so much empty space on this entry. I had intended to attempt to uncover the truth behind this object, however I didn’t expect the answer to tackle me in the middle of camp, during the course of dinner, scaring the daylights out of me. Thankfully, those answers were in the form of a friendly, yet equally odd, creature. Its behavior reminds me that of the canines often found around my hometown, as it was more interested in giving me a bath than anything else upon tackling me to the ground.

Unsure where the creature had came from, the horn’s on its crown looked all too similar to the eye-bone I had retrieved earlier. After a few quick experiments, it seemed to follow where the eye was; leading me concluded that it somehow remotely receives information from the organ. What manner of biology condones this is grossly beyond my understanding.

However much to my befuddlement, this wasn’t the strangest part of his anatomy. Curiosity eventually demanded I take a quick examination of his oral cavity, to which I discovered to be void of all organs and structures a being needs to survive. By proper definition, he’s a living husk that has no regard for proper biology. With no digestive system, he doesn’t consume any food or objects placed inside it’s maw, simply sitting there until retrieved; which leaves me to wonder how it sustains its energy. Photosynthesis maybe?

The sheer number of questions I have requires more paper than I care to use; and here I thought Lizzy’s body structure was confusing.

As perplexing as it is, its a blessing in two regards: First, I don’t have to worry about a third mouth to feed.

Second, the beast seems more than eager to help me left larger loads of materials to and from camp. As such I had decided to take him out with me on my travels. I was concerned at first he wouldn’t be able to keep up with me; however to my amusement, he compensates for his short stature by have a rather noticeable spring in his step.

Chester has been well received at camp. I’m grateful that Lizzy now has a friend to play with while I’m conducting my experiments."

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Icrangirl    70

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Entry 8 - The Map

“After what feels to be months, I can confidently claim that my map of the island is complete. Granted my cartography skills could use some serious improvement as I had to take one or two liberties and guesses for precise distance, however I feel I did as well as I could considering the circumstances; especially considering the absurd amount of hostiles that felt the need to attack a man merely minding his own business trying to work. I’m not going near that ravenous nest of wasps for some time as long as I can help it.

Hopefully this will help in my productivity and planning for the following days to come"

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Entry 11 - Them (2nd Entry) ((Requested by gruesomecharlie))

“This is the second time I’ve awakened with a splitting headache and a grotesque entry that I have no memory of illustrating. The beasts are bizarrely familiar, like from a nightmare I can’t quite recall. I would want nothing more than to entertain the possibility of this being another prank from my captor, but I can’t simply ignore the charcoal stained on my hands and vest.

Why is this happening?”

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Entry 12 - Bunnymen  ((Requested by anon))

“I finally had enough supplies to attempt a journey into the world below the one that I’ve gotten so accustomed to. Ever sense unplugging a sinkhole I discovered weeks ago, I’ve been highly curious to explore but not confident enough in my supplies to keep me alive for long in such an environment until recently. The things I discovered are enough to fill more than a dozen pages in my journal, and much like the surface appearances are rather deceptive in this place. 

This was no more apparent than my encounter with the giant lagomorphs.

It was late into my second day underground when I stumbled upon this village of vegetarian Hansel and Gretel housings. I’m not sure why the residents decided to model their homes after their favorite ‘delicacy’, perhaps out of worship or simply irony. Given their body structure, I suspect the bunnymen to be yet another cousin to the pigmen and merms, following an evolutionary line that well adapts them to living in near darkness underground. And much like their swine brethren, while cautious they were relatively peaceful… at first.

After conversing with a few of the residents (their lack of conversation skills are comparable to their cousins speaking in one word sentences) I was welcome to remain in the village for the night and rest up before venturing further. This offer was short lived however after sparking a campfire and procuring some of the koalefant jerky I prepared for this trip from my pack. In an instant all activity in the camp ceased and they all turned their crimson eyes upon me and the food in my hands, muttering to each other about meat and murder.

Despite taking this as a sign to make my leave, they had no intentions of letting me go unpunished for slaying another creature as a means of sating my hunger. They are notably much faster than they look, making large bounds rather than running, and with a herd of well over two dozen it didn’t take them long to force me to use the meat effigy I established on the surface as a fail-safe.

Thankfully their memory is excessively short lived as the following day when I ventured below to regain my lost articles, they seemed to have forgotten me and my sins greeting me as peacefully as when I first arrived. As rocky as our first meeting was, I can’t deny how much of asset it is to have them as allies while traversing this subterranean landscape; again like pigmen, their service is easily bribed with food of their choosing.

I just have to be careful what food I consume in their presence.”

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Entry 13 - Clockworks  ((Requested by undeadstalin))

“The fourth day into my journey to fully map out my isolated prison, I found myself having serious trouble mapping the peninsula north of my camp. Minutes into my exploration of this small landmass, I was more than a little started when I stumbled upon the first distinctly unnatural creatures on this island. The whole lot of them resembled that of chess pieces; specifically the knight, bishop, and rook pieces, seemingly man made from various scraps of metal and gears, all the while maintaining an air of violence around them.

The equī and preachermen were at first content to just observing me cautiously, silently warning me to not come near their checkered marble home while the castle slumbered. Being outnumbered five to one, the mere prospect of engaging combat was more than off-putting; and with no fail-safe measures in place, I had elected to quickly move on without disturbing their apparent sentry duty. However, almost as if to spite me, the burliest of the bunch had decided then was the best time to arise from his slumber and it charged me upon sight with the force of a train; and to my growing annoyance, that was all the encouragement the others need to join in the fray.

The knights are rather straight forward in terms of combat, choosing to bash their prey to death with their solid heads. Having been on the receiving end of a horse’s kick, these monsters hit much harder. The bishops on the other hand prefer to keep their distance, somehow calling upon some hidden power source to fire off bolts of energy to shock and paralyze their foes. 

(Note: adjust healing salve recipe to cater to electrical burns.) 

With two of each, it is quite the tag team tactic to overwhelm any intruder, namely myself.

Before the clockworks could finish my run in this deadly game, the rook charged through barely missing its mark (me) and in turn trampled its mechanized companions, rendering one as useless scrap. The sudden show of reckless abandon gave me an idea. Keeping my distance from them and the bishop’s range, much like a Spanish matador I managed to kite the raging mobile fort into its brethren, turning them against one another.

With the others quickly dealt with, I still saw little chance of success with actually storming the castle on my own. Thankfully, there are always other nasties abound. Blocking all paths to this stretch of land was a figurative sea of bee hives, consisting both cerana and their excessively violent mellifera cousins. Quickly leading the charging behemoth, I manage to avoid it long enough to trick it into charging head first into the hornets nest. With destruction it brought in its wake, it was more than enough to entice the fury of the tiny warriors. Despite his hard exterior, it was no match for the ensuing swarm, likely rupturing its circuitry from within, quickly bringing its carnage to end.

After collecting my spoils of gears and gems (I’m sure I can find a practical use for all of it back at camp) I took the time to examine what they considered so sacred to place their artificial lives on the line for. At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than an oddly shaped wooden platform, however with certain locations of groves and sockets, I’m fairly certain this is the foundation for some manner of machine. I reviewed the notes I took the night I was “gifted” with this forsaken knowledge, but it is relatively vague on this subject and offers little insight, noting only it is some manner of nexus. I’ll have to look into this manner more closely later.

At least that brute made traveling to and from this peninsula more manageable with the sudden decrease in the local killer bee population.”

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LucasShiroi    379

These are really cool, the illustrations are great too and suit the journal theme you're going for nicely.

sort of reminds of Olimar's notes from pikmin

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Icrangirl    70

That should be all of them for now. I'm currently working on writing the entry for the next page. Also:

6 minutes ago, LucasShiroi said:

These are really cool, the illustrations are great too and suit the journal theme you're going for nicely.

sort of reminds of Olimar's notes from pikmin

Thank you!! I put a lot of work and effort into these! =3

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Icrangirl    70
9 hours ago, DragonMage156 said:

These are cool :) I wonder if they'll be entries on other characters/character objects in the future.

They're will be. Those were just all I had finished for the time being. I currently have 9 requests pending that I need to get done.

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36 minutes ago, Icrangirl said:

They're will be. Those were just all I had finished for the time being. I currently have 9 requests pending that I need to get done.

Well take your time, we don't mind waiting :)

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minespatch    89373

If there's something great about the aesthetic in the THEM pages compared to the clean other entries. They have a sense of character about them. You got the message well across.

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Mobbstar    14123

There are some mispellings here and there, but overall the language is very impressive and makes Wilson sound much more educated and precise than he is in the actual game :)

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Entry 15 - Ewecus  ((Requested by wombadoodles))

“I never thought I would hit a breaking point when it would come to endeavors I am unwilling take in the name of scientific study, but alas it has happened. Before I start, I am forced to ask a simple question:

What in the name of Nikola Tesla was Maxwell THINKING when he devised this deplorable creature in that twisted mind of his?! 

I discovered this horrid abomination while following what I thought were familiar tracks, though needless to say what I found was neither adorable or delicious. As is any time when discovering a new creature, I attempted to keep my distance to observe and document it. Due to its resemblance to an ovis aries that has gone far too long without a sheering, I assumed the creature to be passive. This however is very very incorrect. 

It would seem this beast ensures its survival by taking the offensive when faced with something its not familiar with, going quite literally with the shoot first ask questions later tactic. Despite my distance, it was then I learned that it is able to imprisons its foes for follow up attacks…with sneezing. 

While I could commend the creature for its incredible aim, I find myself not exactly appreciative to learn so intimately it uses its own phlegm as a projectile. It was thick and pliable enough to easily hold me completely down, so I suppose a creature will use what it can in such a harsh environment; this still doesn’t excuse that it was responsible for one of the most disgusting experiences of my stay here. Thank goodness Chester was present to aid in pulling me out, but not before I had the wind kicked out of my lungs by this curmudgeon sheep. 

Gathering what was left of my dignity, I hastily made my retreat leaving the beast to hopefully be found by a pack of hounds. I’ve met many a beast here, some of which I can call literal nightmares come to life, but ironically it’s this distasteful herbivore that has me unwilling to do further study and documentation. Unless I can devise a use for its spoils that can not be substituted by anything else on this deplorable island, I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure I never cross paths with this creature or its sticky kin again.”

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