[The start of the leatherbound notebook, the pages are hard to tear apart and read due to severe

water damage. Purple goop can be found sticking pages together as well. Any attempts to careful
extract the pages results in them ripping]

OOC warning: These notes talk about experiments, and while it doesn't directly quote or talk about them,
remember to be mindful of Jazz’s aversion to syringes/ injections/ when discussing these.

January ‘xx

All mammal subjects have reacted adversely to the oral capsules. The male and female pair have
broken out from the church, and ran off to the West side of the forest. Recovery attempts have
been unsuccessful. Officially calling off the search after 10 days. Will attempt to recollect after

Avian subjects have been a success (so far). Currently housing 10 within the bunker behind the
inn. Showing curiosity, go out exploring, but have a sense of home and keep coming back to me
before nightfall. Will begin expedition trials later this month.

[The next few pages are stuck together, concluding the January entries. The next unstuck page
seems to be a crudely drawn map of Victus, and scrawled in purple pen are lines radiating from
the location of the book, outwards. There are various lines that go up to Nurture, to the east,
west, and even beyond to Victus.]

March-July ‘xx

[Most of the pages in March-July have been stained out of recognition or have been purposely
torn out. There are two more maps, with purple lines sprawling across two continents. It looks
like somebody’s just scribbled all over some maps.]

Avian subjects have bonded with me, I can hear them squawking what sounds like “Mother”
however I can’t be sure. Any further attempts to communicate with them have wielded just
chirps and squeaks. Have been trained to recognize buildings, made various dome illusions out in
the forest, and every time the birds have found them and reported them back to me. Very proud
of their progress. Training has been going smoothly and even ahead of schedule.

A came to visit me today. Brought me fresh bread and a couple more beakers since I broke most
of mine during my meltdown. We had lunch together, and reminisced about Olde Banks. She’s
the only one who didn’t forget, but seems to be able to keep a secret. Told me that my birds have
 been pecking people, I told her I’d train that out of them. She mentioned how my eyes were
changing color. I hadn’t even noticed.

Saw the female and male bear subjects today, first time in months. I approached, had a few of my
babies behind me. Mammals were not aggressive, saw that they had a cub. Same black fur,
purple eyes and limbs. They can reproduce, this is a problem. Fed them, and went on my way.
Was not followed.

Those damn bears keep coming around and spooking my babies. I’m about to cull them, I’m
fucking tired of them.

Babies found what we believe to be a trial dome North of her, East of Nurture, will go on an
expedition tomorrow. Told A and instructed her to watch over Olde Banks.

[There are drawings of a large building, that look exactly like a dome, a half circle embedded in
the ground. (Think buildings in Santorini, Greece) Other drawings include plants, paintings, and
small drawings of birds.]

September ‘xx

Dome expedition was a bust. Took half the babies with me, had them scout ahead while I
walked. They told me that it just disappeared right before their eyes. Left behind was a field of
poppies. Sure enough when I arrived, there they were. Opium poppies in every color and full
bloom. Even though they’re out of season.

Arrived back in Olde Banks sooner than expected. Can’t remember the past few days… Last
thing I remember was telling the babies to knock it off with eating the poppies. I took a few to
dry in my book… Then I can’t remember. Doesn’t matter now, I’m back. A brought K over, even
though I told her not to bring anybody here. If she weren’t so cute I’d beat her half to death for it.

November ‘xx

Olde Banks is destroyed. Had another meltdown, apparently. I don’t remember it though. Even
the bunker is in shambles… How the hell did I do that? Bears brought me to their nest, showed
me their family. They’re territorial, reassured me that they’d leave Banks alone. They’re apart of
my system, so I taught them whatever magic I could. Tried to teach them to speak but didn’t
have enough time.

February ‘xx
 Babies found dome again. Fucking Victus, because of course it is. Seems like domes are
changing in a [ ] pattern. Informed L and A up north that I’d be making my way there. They told
me to be quick, and that I may have to go a different way. Unsure why.
I keep having these episodes. Days where I apparently get aggressive. My babies keep saying
I’m scaring them. How ironic, a humanoid scaring bears? But fine, if they don’t want to be
around then I won’t force them to. I’m leaving, I can’t take much with me. Taking my gun and
what I can carry from the bunker. Half the bunker was collapsed last I checked… Hopefully it
doesn’t cave in on me. Will update when I get back to Nurture. A said he had a boat ready for
me.
[This is the last page of the journal that has been written in, with only blank pages behind it.]