… Haah, an even bigger version of these sods, eh.

It’s grown even bigger than before… like it’s gotten physical augmentations or something.

It stabs with its horn-like hands instead of pecking us with its beaks.

It’s just as irritatin’ when it hits me, but… the red water’s now hot like lava. That’s another layer of difficulty.

When it stabs the ground, pillars of fire burst from the earth. Now I see why the Backstreets blokes say that we should avoid death by fire at all costs.

These bastards, they keep… getting in my way. Glarin’ at me fierce with their blood-red eyes, bursting with flames from the top of its head...

What the hell does it even have to be so mad about?

I’m the one that’s frustrated. This… this awful feeling, like I’m about to burst. Like I’m trapped in.

Look, I don’t even have the time to waste on writing shite like this...

I’ve got to go. Right before me, there’s— (The log continues, but whatever was there is now scorched and illegible.)