![Another weathered, tattered journal with yellowed pages. Its transcript is as follows:
"Entry #79
All the keys are mine. In the flurry of events I had little time to document all that's happened but they're mine. IT is mine. I felt like I was staring straight into the abyss. An abyss of opportunity.
[a note in the same writing system as in the last journal. on the side, in red ink, is text reading "what a joke"]
This is what they had to say at the shrine. As if those damn gardeners knew about its potential! They were just scared. Scared of progress. But I'll show them.
[an illustration of a strange machine is on the left.]
I'll show these lawn-grazing cretins what one can do with greatness of such levels! I don't have much time before they catch up to me, and this jurassic dump left me low on zombies, but I'm never low on ideas. I've already begun gathering whatever hordes remain in previous eras. They'll have to last. Thankfully this final era seems pleasant. Beautiful coastline. Gullible townsfolk. I could get them on my side. Bah, whatever it takes to stall my show for Dave's blunder crew. A show of REAL power."
A bunch of disparate sticky notes and index cards are sticking out of the left side of the book. The pages are rather messy, with various things hastily erased or scribbled over.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:gyq64uxejivu7x42oym4k3nv/bafkreihzcsujfidc5dxeoiskid2oquafdmfq6txyxtxj22vdpk7gjwg7h4)
Another weathered, tattered journal with yellowed pages. Its transcript is as follows:
"Entry #79
All the keys are mine. In the flurry of events I had little time to document all that's happened but they're mine. IT is mine. I felt like I was staring straight into the abyss. An abyss of opportunity.
[a note in the same writing system as in the last journal. on the side, in red ink, is text reading "what a joke"]
This is what they had to say at the shrine. As if those damn gardeners knew about its potential! They were just scared. Scared of progress. But I'll show them.
[an illustration of a strange machine is on the left.]
I'll show these lawn-grazing cretins what one can do with greatness of such levels! I don't have much time before they catch up to me, and this jurassic dump left me low on zombies, but I'm never low on ideas. I've already begun gathering whatever hordes remain in previous eras. They'll have to last. Thankfully this final era seems pleasant. Beautiful coastline. Gullible townsfolk. I could get them on my side. Bah, whatever it takes to stall my show for Dave's blunder crew. A show of REAL power."
A bunch of disparate sticky notes and index cards are sticking out of the left side of the book. The pages are rather messy, with various things hastily erased or scribbled over.
The third journal - and the last we found for now. Seems to be very recent and very worrisome too... We have to catch up to Dr. Zomboss.
![Another weathered journal with yellowed pages, with a few sticky notes. It reads:
"Entry #56
I think it's about time I rethink my timely conquest. It's clear at this point that former civilisations cannot comprehend my prowess. Hell, this jungle is already devoid of humanity!
[a sketch of the jungle from the Lost City, the city's emblem is coated in thick undergrowth]
But that may just not matter anymore. I found yet another key. So far, each era had one that let me access a new time rift. Fascinating.
[To the side of the following, a few equations trying to decipher a code in red.]
Someone or something must have purposely left them for a genius of my calibre to uncover! I won't rest until I find all of them, and I will keep on making replicas for those nitwits chasing me. Whatever I find will surely allow me to crush them once and for all.
[Another equation trying to decipher a code in red.]
Entry #57
[Instead of an actual entry, there's a drawing of a stone tablet with some sort of inscription in a strange writing system.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:gyq64uxejivu7x42oym4k3nv/bafkreiazic2xw5c544vbwbuzvg3uxvywggumg2n36o4ltxe2p2kw7hryye)
