The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, retro-futuristic broadcast towers made of rusted metal and glass are piercing the sky, surrounded by a sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater at dusk. The air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and ozone-free decay, and uh, I can hear the sounds of weird, garbled 4chan /x/ threads being broadcasted on old AM radio frequencies coming from the speakers, which is somehow syncing up with the intense, pulsating electric charge emanating from the towers. It's casually raining popcorn kernels here, like they're a normal part of the weather or something. The FLAMINGODAO logo is etched into the side of the movie screen.