journal entry.. THELASTONE. incase i died and you found this and skimmed through until the last page, let me give you some context:

they call me BELTAR. i dont know why.

as far as i know, im the last wilworm alive. i highly doubt theres anyone else out here.

im the inventor and the only wearer of the BELT with a work in progress moniker of LEGENDARY.

you may ask what its purpose is. why, holding up any pants you may be wearing, of course!! i know that almost every single advanced creature in Jon doesnt need pants, but if some non-wilwormian 4-legged creature (reminder theyre all dead except for me (i think.)) would want to cover some hypothetical udders or something, they would have the ability to with the price of %59.49!

it only pulls up the front, so the rest of the pants will be hanging down, making it almost entirely useless unless everything you wanted to cover was directly in the front, which, well, would be pretty unfortunate for you and your kind in the first place to have as a trait.

considering such a great and perfect creation, you may expect me to be laying in beds made of pure gold, which would be insanely uncomfortable. but sadly, im broke, tired, single, and havent eaten or had any water in a day since an overgrown zeek ate all of my neighbors and family.

im currently out of travelsacks, since they keep strangely ripping and spilling out everything inside. i have a theory it may be because of my immensely sharp dagger of defense, but probably not. the most reasonable conclusion is that i was cursed back at Wiinter before everyone died

..is it only getting HOTTER OUT HERE?

well, i guess this is it. this desert seems absolutely endless, and i think if i walk for another second, my marshmellow legs are gonna be feeling like theyre on fire so much i could make smores with them.

smores could be pretty good right now actually. nah, too dry. but with some milk though...

ok, this is the last part of the journal for real this time. ive been darkflauged in the dead of night for hours and no wild animals have walked over me. theres nothing out here at all. a little too quiet, even..

"halt, Quadro.. i sense an unfamiliar being in the domain of the Suumer worms..

..perhaps a ZEEK?"

"heres your chance to RETREAT, fowl QUADROPED!"

..i think thats another wilworm, but their silhouette looks like an alien.