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This article may seem complete to the untrained eye, but the gaps in information are still large enough for this elite team of Panauan Ninjas to hide inside of.
These are a type of Collectable Items in Medici in the form of Sebastiano Di Ravello's personal audio diary logs. The tapes are marked "day 1" to "day 7305", but there's only a total of 71 tapes. The missing days do not exist to be collected.
Strangely, despite containing incriminating private info, these tapes are often located at dumps, alleys and balconies at towns.
See also: Timeline of the Just Cause universe.
"Day 1: My psychiatric evaluator misunderstood the importance of giving me a clean bill of health. I explained that I do not lack of a sense of moral responsibility, I simply disagreed with his morality or rather, his mortality. So begins my military career, the chess board now laid before me, filled with the possibility of ultimate victory."
"Day 6: I exploited the drill sergeant's proclivity for alcohol to gain entry to the officer training program. When they announced my acceptance in front of the men, I humbly stated that I would not leave them for my own glory. Now, I must complete boot camp and officer training."
"Day 19: The other men in my platoon prove worthless and weak. They cower under the burden of heavy packs and lack of sleep. I let no expression betray my own pain and fatigue. The men already jokingly call me General. The government can have their bodies, but I capture their minds and loyalty."
"Day 27: Private Bonnet, an agreeable soldier, ingratiates himself to me in hopes I drag him with me through the ranks. It is true a right-hand man should start at the bottom with you: this gives the illusion of equality, but Private Bonnet may do better as a sacrificial lamb, should the occasion arise."
"Day 35: Drill Sergeant Dushku sincerely believes in his own genius, poor fool. His lard-filled corpse chuckles as I grind my teeth down to powder fighting any reaction. His shortsightedness excretes from his pores along with this morning's spiked coffee."
"Day 45: I leaked to Private Bonnet the drill sergeant's inebriation, in total confidence of course. It took less than a hour before most of platoon knew, their hatred of Dushku builds slowly and dangerously. Each punishment doled out to me cements me with loyalty, soon. A small spark shall ignite this powder keg."
"Day 50: I blurted an insult to the red nosed Dushku as he applied a deserved punishment onto Private Bonnet. He screamed himself hoarse before pitifully retreating to the barracks. I must footslog until sunset or drop. Each man peered from the barracks' window watching me march, unshaken. Adoration in their eyes."
"Day 60: President-elect Dante inspected the base today. Peace spilling from his lips. He lacks the will for strength. His eyes filled with compassion for the meat marching before him. I see his weakness in each wintry breath he takes. I need only a foothold in his inner circle to shape this man as I please."
"Day 65: Time for a tragedy. One that draws President-elect Dante back to the base. My little lamb must canter innocently to the slaughter. I poison his ear tonight."
"Day 66: Private Bonnet is dead, I shot him in the neck so no words could be spoken. His vicious attack almost killed Drill Sergeant Duskhu. Now I see guilt and regret in Duskhu's eyes as the medics load him into the ambulance. I held his hand firmly telling him to stay strong. His blood mixed with Bonnet's."
"Day 75: Boot camp graduation day. The flag morbidly hangs on at half mast. Drill Sergeant Duskhu spoke with pride from his wheelchair, citing my bravery in the face of evil. The men cheer my name even now. The first pawn falls. With steel patience I maneuver the board for the next move."
"Day 115: I selected a position in the southern islands, holding command over security of these towns. I push the training of the men the tip of the spear needs sharpening. Standing over the town of Costa Del Porto. Weakness built across millennia protected by both cliffs and water. One day I will burn this town and the people will rejoice."
"Day 250: Patience and focus define the limits of intelligence. Dushku's promotion to Sergeant Major after his unfortunate attack addles his mind. He plays politics quickly and poorly wagging his tail at the smallest of scraps thrown from the table of important men. Once kicked, I will soothe his injured ego and he will be reminded of his debt to me."
"Day 300: My proclivity for swift justice tightens my grip over the men. I balance this with generosity by loosening the purse stings and procuring a budget to build a base in Le Tutor. Hard labor and clear goals remove power struggles. Men follow orders when their bones ache. My word slowly supersedes any gluttonous mumblings from the Capital."
"Day 350: Porto Sirocco's Brigadier General De Luca whimpered his way into my office. He killed a civilian driving home last night. A shame the lights failed on his route, which he takes every night like clockwork. I suppose I should write a letter of condolences to my delivery boy's family."
"Day 485: A promotion. Officially the youngest colonel in the army's history. I now work directly with Brigadier General De Luca. The ceremony looking out over Cirilla maintained proper modesty. The swift but quiet reassignment of De Luca's most loyal associates nears completion. Perhaps my most trusted soldiers might fill those gaps?"
"Day 500: Armed with General De Luca's authority, I decree that all forces in Southern Islands must pay back the support of the local people by participating in infrastructure building during the extended peacetime. I ensure locals know my name at every opportunity as we pave their roads and build their bridges."
"Day 750: A picture of General De Luca's car after his unfortunate hit and run received front page headlines today. Such a shame that this embarrassment happened on the exact same day as the ribbon cutting ceremony at Laguna Del Sol. I humbly accepted the honor and give the speech in his absence."
"Day 790: A magistrate put forth a vote to local counsel to celebrate Di Ravello Day. I of course declined while sending a message to Sergeant Major Dushku asking for his advice. In tone of great gravity, he informed me that he would take the matter all the way to President Dante's office. I can taste the ego souring at the idea of another rising up the ranks."
"Day 792: As predicted, Duskhu delivered the news of Di Ravello Day to the president's office. Dante's thirst for adoration set the gears in motion: he plans a celebration of himself in the small town of Manaea! The people's hatred of the political elite brings the military solution ever closer. Like a mirage, I see a statue in my image, standing majestically in the town square."
"Day 815: The president arrived today for his celebration. A few disobedient citizens protested near the port, cheering my name instead. I personally greeted him at the docks and graciously escorted him on a tour of our recent successes. General De Luca's recent legal misfortunes still keep him away from public events."
"Day 816: Before boarding his ship to the Capital, President Dante personally thanked me and intimated that the mess with De Luca must be resolved quickly. The President promises to place it at the top of his agenda. Now, I must trend carefully here, yet ensure that it continues to remain a priority. Perhaps another embarrassment for De Luca will tip the scales fully in my favor."
"Day 860: While I talk on the telephone, De Luca barges into my office, boiling with rage. He thunders about my inefficacy as a commander, his own superiority, my pathetic pampering of our worthless President. After enduring two minutes of his tirade, I calmly hold up a single finger, returned to the phone, and ensured President Dante that I will call him later. De Luca's face blooms purple as a eggplant; his fate sealed."
"Day 912: Surrounded by the beautiful countryside, accompanied by just the right amount of pomp and circumstance, President Dante swore me in to the position of Brigadier General. Congratulating me, he whispered that I should rely on him. He knows the trails of being young and in power. I look forward to whispering back to him one day."
"Day 913: The languor of the military ends today. Command and control are the foundation of my vision for the world. No more will government paychecks pamper wine-fueled retreats. The men must transform their soft skin to leather hide, their minds to steel traps of resolve, their will consumed by my voice. Today, my claws tear into the flesh of this nation."
"Day 1281: With an unbreakable grip over the southern islands, I turn my focus to the scattered fishing villages in the western islands. The serpentine rock formations provide an ideal defensive structure for building a more advanced military away from the prying eyes of the Capital."
"Day 1315: My meetings with the President's Defense Council proceed flawlessly. Their eyes fill with shame as I dissect their budgets, lifting corruption close enough to the light to dampen any dissent. The weaker representatives need only suffer some small tragedy to place them slithering on their bellies, begging for my leadership. Time to create an enemy."
"Day 1317: In my predecessor's files, I discovered a contact with the Agency, a shadow American organization with their fat little fingers in every pie. As I wait to meet this mysterious figure with his cowboy drawl, my gaze falls upon a perfect plot of land for a future airbase in the region. My need for an enemy seems to have fallen into my lap."
"Day 1341: I saw disgraced ex-General De Luca fishing off the pier. What a pitiful sight. The man wastes the precious oxygen of this earth. But I owe it to him to find one more use for his life. That Agency man I met might be the key; I need only set the wheels in motion."
"Day 1349: One can conjure insanity within a subject; it just takes a bit of a sense of humor. The Agency contact merely orchestrated some pranks on De Luca: burning toast in his house while he's away, moving the dock he likes to fish at by a few feet, calling and saying nothing on the phone - just enough mischief for him to question his senses."
"Day 1377: After weeks of adjusting De Luca's perceptions, the psychological cracks widen. he reacted violently to a local constable who received a tip that De Luca was fishing without a license. When he showed the license, which we replaced with an obvious fake drawn by a child, he flew into a rage. He kept shouting that this was all part of an elaborate conspiracy."
"Day 1385: Sergeant Major Duskhu's role in the plan to create an enemy force within Medici began today. A forged audio message reached Dushku last night, pleading for help, saying that there exists a conspiracy to ruin the sovereignty of Medici. Dushku in his typical patriotic zeal, immediately made plans to visit former General De Luca. The seeds of a rebellion take root and need but a little light and water to grow."
"Day 1492: Much time has passed since my last entry. Dushku's arrest warrant lingers, but remains uninvestigated. The policia searched De Luca's dust-covered home and found no evidence of where he disappeared to. The case file rests in an unresolved stack. With some gentle nudging, the two of them sailed to a small hideout in the far southern tip of the islands, building revolutionary plans amongst the ruins of civilizations past."
"Day 1515: The investigation into the disappearance of De Luca rested with a pointless young officer, a reckless youth who races cars. A small service today commemorated the young officer's death in a tragic accident. His brakes inexplicably failed on the last corner. An amateur racer, Rico Rodriguez, won the race, barely avoiding the accident himself. Another career begun in triumph and tragedy."
"Day 1524: Dushku surprises me with his aptitude for recruiting disaffected youth willing to die for idealism. With a little more time, violence against the innocent is inevitable."
"Day 1536: A new threat rises. Rosa Manuela, a little known politician, created quite a stir with her recent speech, decrying the corruption of the government and the military elite. She foments dissent in a way that proves contrary to my needs."
"Day 1551: A bomb exploded in the small town of Soliana, killing a few fishermen and injuring a dozen others. De Luca's military mind proves useful, though his personal grudges make the targets he chooses predictable."
"Day 1584: The bombings continue and now sporadic riots flare up with little extra coaxing. People die and weep and blame. President Dante scrambles to win back the favor of the people. Soon, the option of martial law will glisten like a shining savior."
"Day 1598: I offered to tour the southern islands on President Dante's behalf, to appeal for an end to the violence. Dante assented as his numbers in the polls continue to drop and Rosa Manuela's continue to rise. The people lapped up my words like thirsty dogs. Polls show a six-point swing for the President and the bombings magically stopped."
"Day 1617: President Dante asked me to travel with him on the campaign trail and give speeches on his behalf. His paranoia shifts my strategy a bit. He shakes with nerves when giving speeches in the south, fearful that some insignificant farmer might put a bullet in his brain. I feel disgusted by his weakness."
"Day 1624: I allowed a shipment of weapons to pass through my security net. The small rebellion now possesses the means to attack. I worry they may succeed in killing President Dante before I can connect Rosa Manuela to the rebels."
"Day 1637: A sniveling sycophant working in research begs for attention. He calls himself Zeno and most of his colleagues despise him openly. A man utterly unloved creates delusions to overcome loneliness. One kind word from me and I own him. His cowardice could prove very useful."
"Day 1668: A terrible attack occurred in Vinialetta today. Blood flooded the streets as screams echoed around the old town square. The people cry out for security and happily throw their precious freedoms away if only they could feel safe again. I imposed a curfew and posted military throughout the town. Manuela campaigns on a platform to restore order. The President's poll numbers drown in the chaos."
"Day 1669: On the pleadings of the President, I ordered elite units into the rebel stronghold, killing many of the disillusioned followers there. With the help of the Agency, I ensured that both De Luca and Dushku escaped, but perhaps not completely unharmed. The people rejoiced at the bloodshed. Self-preservation makes monsters of us all."
"Day 1674: Against my better judgement, I acquiesced to the request to dismantle a group of smugglers hiding near the old grounded aircraft carrier. The men left fewer people alive than I wished. Once I hold control of the nation, I must grow the gangs of smugglers again. A strong black market creates both a cheap labor pool for the prisons as well as valuable target practice to keep the military sharp."
"Day 1681: The people call for immediate elections to oust President Dante. Rosa Manuela continues to surprise me with her tactics. She easily manipulates the hearts of the people, but I command the loyalty of the military. Her first action as president assuredly displaces me from power. The time for decisive action approaches with startling speed."
"Day 1692: The democratic commission, under the watchful eye of the international community, will hold elections. In two weeks' time, the people will choose Rosa Manuela over President Dante to lead them. He demonstrates just how much of a fool he is to think he can beat Rosa in a fair election."
"Day 1705: The military remains on high alert. All leave canceled. The Agency, via Rosa Manuela's people, leaked President Dante's travel itinerary to the rebels. Dushku's ego struggles in the obscurity of this rebellion. I wager he will personally pull the trigger tomorrow."
"Day 1706: Election day. Rosa easily leads in the polls. President Dante's travel schedule passes close to Olivo Moro. In that moment, my guards will attempt to quell a small protest while moving the President out of the town square. Everything hangs in the balance in this moment."
"Day 1707: President Dante's death turned gruesome. The panic caused a stampede, crushing my men under foot. Dante's body had to be recovered piece by piece. I have imposed martial law across the land and canceled the election. Rebel hideouts burn across Medici. Dushku escaped the scene, but I will need his confession to arrest Rosa Manuela."
"Day 1708: Dushku easily succumbed to modest interrogation techniques. I possess a video confession stating he acted in the interests of Rosa Manuela and received financing from her campaign. I posted an arrest warrant for her within hours."
"Day 1709: The Agency is furious at my choice of tactics. They can nag all they want; our union is far past consummation. The people are calling the military takeover "The Night of the Bonfires." They'll remember it as the night we shed pretenses and burned away our shameful weaknesses."
"Day 1710: I must quell the Agency's fury. A small gift should suffice. Remembering the young race car driver, I personally oversaw the burning of the Rodriguez household. The screams meant little to my ears. That they mean even less to my men - faces blank and fire-lit, guns trained on all exits - filled me with the pride of my own accomplishments. Now, they rescue with open arms a newly orphaned Agency recruit. Thank you, Rico Rodriguez, your life of servitude to them buys Medici its security."
"Day 1712: Rosa Manuela absconded with a few advisors, seeking political asylum in South America. She predicted my pattern of rule too quickly. I must be cautious with her. She will not give up easily. While she draws breath, my absolute rule can be challenged."
"Day 1714: A military raid of Rosa Manuela's main campaign office revealed more documents linking her to the death of President Dante. Further investigation revealed money flowing to a growing rebellion in the south through an ex-general, De Luca. I must say, those men at the Agency do good work."
"Day 1715: As planned, De Luca stabbed Dushku through his neck and into his brain as we paraded him into prison. I then personally shot De Luca as he tried to escape, unfortunately getting a small spot of blood on my newly pressed uniform cuff. It bothered me during the ensuing panic. Time for order and the rule of law to firmly take root."
"Day 1717: I suspended the constitution with the promise of a return to democracy once we root out the violent elements within our society. The people's representatives voted unanimously for the resolution. Of course, I must ensure the violent elements continue to provide fuel for my perfect flame of order."
"Day 2082: One year removed from Dante's death, my authority stands uncontested. The Agency requests latitude to experiment on a local mineral, Bavarium. If they are interested, I am interested. Perhaps power blooms in more than just my dormant volcano."
"Day 2091: The policia still pose a threat to my plans, with their adherence to codes of ethics and due process. They reek of redundancy, bumbling over affairs the military can better manage. I must find a way to dispose of that institution, but all in due time."
"Day 2114: The smugglers grow in the south. The construction of new military bases occupies the hands and minds of the people. A new research facility, hidden within the central communications power in the mountain, obfuscates itself amongst other top secret expenditures. The blue mineral, Bavarium, offers a path beyond these shores."
"Day 2215: I must acquire more military hardware. These western powers manipulate and lie, selling me generationally obsolete weapons. I do not care for a life lived under the boot of western imperialist pigs. They should be careful when smothering a fire, I still possess enough heat to burn."
"Day 2385: Dimah al-Masri's genius flourishes under my patronage. Technology and the pursuit of it endlessly ignites in her soul. In exchange for her services, I pay the Agency a paltry quantity of Bavarium for their own research. The Agency misunderstood her use and how to motivate her. The more resources I pour into her lab, the faster the achievements. I begin to see the true power of Bavarium."
"Day 2614: The UN submitted a vote in the security council to restrict my access to arms. Predictably, the US and Russia both vetoed the effort. The world should thank me. I am creating agreement among the unagreeable. They all covet access to Bavarium more than they desire democracy. I allow very little of the mineral off the island, claiming labor shortages."
"Day 3593: A small, ineffectual Rebellion brews once again in the caves in the south. By restricting outside companies from forming on the islands, the youth must turn to military service to survive. My men now occupy every town square and church yard. I take special pride in the stories of atrocities in which I had no hand. My people learn to embrace the hate and yet stay docile through fear."
"Day 4169: My first Bavarium explosive test proved successful. The world took notice. Some think I joined the nuclear club, but I started the Bavarium club. With this weapon, my will burns far stronger than the false freedoms of other nations. Medici's rise to global superpower proves inevitable."
"Day 5172: The Agency cannot control their liberal government. Talk of sanctions buzz across their liberal media. I loathe the relationship with them. I contracted with the Black Hand to build a stronger elite military force to protect the mines and weapons. I need the local Rebellion to grow in power to offer an opportunity to test my weapons. The world must see my terrible power in action."
"Day 5318: The Agency thinks they can unseat me. I also have my spies in their midst. Perhaps the time has come to expand my power beyond these crystal blue waters. More resources are needed for research and military hardware. The people may bend under the weight of my needs, but they will not break, for they are Medician!"
"Day 5416: Dimah al-Masri understands her role better now. She works or I torture her. She builds my weapons or I torture her. She increases Bavarium's yields or I burn her with a blowtorch - I will not be denied my rightful place."
"Day 5915: Work has begun on the massive effort to convert our prized ruins to Military Bases. Timelessness is not reserved for antiquity alone."
"Day 7103: I killed too many of the Rebellion. They grow weak. Their leader, an ineffectual buffoon named Mario, seems to have ties to an Agency man, my old offering: Rico Rodriguez. I must push Mario to contact his old friend. Perhaps this Rico could prove a more competent catalyst for rebellion. I am in need of a target to test my new military might."
"Day 7305: Interesting news from the Agency today: it seems the civilian plane that avoided my jets last night belonged to our native sacrificial son, Rico Rodriguez. The prodigal son returns as predicted. He reminds me of Icarus. Be careful, Rico Rodriguez, fly not too close to this flame. I'll grant him small victories at first. Once the revolt reaches critical mass, I will crush it and show the world the true power of my Bavarium!"
- N 40 40.685 E 5 43.525 - At Alba.
- N 40 42.420 E 5 42.050 - At Albeto Pero.
- N 40 42.735 E 5 43.300 - At Babica.
- N 40 42.880 E 5 43.000 - At Babica.
- N 40 38.390 E 5 42.365 - At Cirilla.
- N 40 40.165 E 5 42.765 - At Colle Salrosa.
- N 40 39.290 E 5 42.865 - At Costa Del Porto.
- N 40 38.950 E 5 42.670 - At Costa Di Ravello.
- N 40 40.955 E 5 44.175 - At Fortalessa.
- N 40 38.655 E 5 42.645 - At Laguna Del Sol.
- N 40 41.840 E 5 42.340 - At Lantuina.
- N 40 40.755 E 5 45.200 - At Manaea.
- N 40 41.940 E 5 41.590 - At Rondella.
- N 40 42.470 E 5 44.195 - At Surpicco.
- N 40 42.355 E 5 44.375 - At Surpicco.
- N 40 40.065 E 5 43.715 - At the Unnamed town at N 40 40.030 E 5 43.700.
- N 40 41.580 E 5 44.680 - At the Gas station at the Plagia-Baia border.
- N 40 42.245 E 5 43.785 - At the Intersection south of Guardia Plagia II.
- N 40 42.365 E 5 42.865 - About 750 meters northwest of Cima Leon: Transmitter.
- N 40 42.505 E 5 43.945 - At Guardia Plagia II.
- N 40 42.935 E 5 35.185 - At Arco Sperantia.
- N 40 42.190 E 5 37.595 - At Cinta.
- N 40 41.800 E 5 36.470 - At Olivo Moro.
- N 40 41.935 E 5 35.030 - At Ponere.
- N 40 43.385 E 5 37.050 - At Soliana.
- N 40 41.760 E 5 35.130 - At Vico Gamba.
- N 40 41.870 E 5 35.785 - At Vico Maquerello.
- N 40 42.690 E 5 35.065 - At Vico Platessa.
- N 40 44.135 E 5 36.800 - At Vico Spigola.
- N 40 44.250 E 5 35.495 - At Vico Thunno.
- N 40 43.600 E 5 35.835 - At Vinialetta.
- N 40 41.840 E 5 36.975 - At Sancte Cintia.
- N 40 43.940 E 5 40.665 - At Agro.
- N 40 43.716 E 5 40.145 - At Agro Nove.
- N 40 43.780 E 5 43.490 - At Bellevia.
- N 40 43.820 E 5 43.370 - At Bellevia.
- N 40 45.245 E 5 37.870 - At Burgoletto.
- N 40 45.725 E 5 37.155 - At Celata.
- N 40 44.220 E 5 38.680 - At Citate Di Ravello.
- N 40 44.355 E 5 38.450 - At Citate Di Ravello.
- N 40 44.070 E 5 38.165 - At Citate Di Ravello.
- N 40 44.205 E 5 39.295 - At Citate Di Ravello.
- N 40 44.410 E 5 37.820 - Outskirts of Citate Di Ravello.
- N 40 44.880 E 5 35.385 - At Nacre.
- N 40 44.975 E 5 35.240 - At Nacre.
- N 40 44.255 E 5 45.585 - At Perla Est.
- N 40 44.150 E 5 45.375 - At Perla Est.
- N 40 45.825 E 5 35.425 - At Vista Dracon.
- N 40 43.750 E 5 41.600 - At Vista Fonte.
- N 40 43.920 E 5 41.645 - At Vista Fonte.
- N 40 43.935 E 5 39.980 - Outskirts of Agro Nove.
- N 40 44.535 E 5 44.180 - Lake just west of Griphon.
- N 40 44.905 E 5 42.220 - Southern shore of the south lake in Val de Mar, near the wall.
- N 40 45.185 E 5 33.390 - Just northeast of Guardia Libeccio I.
- N 40 45.225 E 5 46.210 - Warehouse in eastern Costa Sud.
- N 40 45.375 E 5 39.070 - Near the wall north of Citate Di Ravello and west of Prospere.
- N 40 45.975 E 5 42.165 - Val de Mar, between the south and center lakes.
- N 40 46.175 E 5 39.165 - In the ruins northwest of the lake to the west of Prospere.
- N 40 46.990 E 5 38.300 - Ruins in the middle of Maestrale.
- N 40 47.400 E 5 36.050 - Intersection just southwest of Vulture.
- N 40 47.505 E 5 39.935 - At the unnamed dock just north of Porto Coclea.
- N 40 47.540 E 5 37.775 - Near the railroad roughly half way between Porto Coclea and Vulture.
- N 40 48.075 E 5 43.360 - On the Montana mountain, adjacent to Falco and Cava Montana.
- N 40 48.215 E 5 35.340 - On the eastern shore of the lake west of Vulture.
- N 40 48.295 E 5 32.870 - Approximately 750-1000 meters west of Cava Geminos Nord.
- N 40 48.525 E 5 40.750 - Roughly between Alte Potentia and Falco.
- N 40 48.570 E 5 34.830 - On the northern shore of the lake west of Vulture.
- N 40 49.255 E 5 46.245 - 500-750 meters south of Guardia Litore Torto II.
- N 40 49.975 E 5 40.105 - On the road between Guardia Grande Pastura I and II.
- N 40 50.310 E 5 44.980 - 500-750 meters south of Guardia Litore Torto III.
- N 40 50.920 E 5 41.215 - Northern shore of Grande Pastura, north of Guardia Grande Pastura II.
- Day 1 was in 1995. According to day 1515, Rico was still a racecar driver at that time. According to day 1710, it wasn't until then that Rico joined the Agency, however according to all other info, Rico joined the Agency in 1986. Most likely this is a developer oversight.
- Day 1710 seems to be worded very oddly.
- Instead of saying "they" after "Now", Di Ravello says "The Agency".
- The word "Agency" after "orphaned" is not spoken by Di Ravello, but the text is still there.
- The Bavarium Sea Heist DLC adds 18 Eden Callaghan tapes that are similar to this.
- See also:
- Di Ravello has been using tapes since 1995 to 2015 (in JC3 time) for 20 years.
- Di Ravello's sense of time may be a bit flawed.
- Day 1492 states "Much time has passed since [his] last entry", but the last entry was 107 days ago.
- In contrast to later entries, there are much larger gaps, like 160, 365, and even 1,188 days.