The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blood-soaked, twisted metal tendrils erupt from the center of a massive, ancient impact crater, ensnaring what look like ethereum mining rigs in a grotesque parody of some eldritch, cyclopean architecture. The air's heavy with the stench of charred circuit boards and smoke, and the ground's shaking like it's about to give way. It's raining this noxious, tar-like substance that seems to be fueling the twisted growths sprouting from the crater's edge. Above, the sky's a sickly yellow haze, and WAGDIE's scrawled across it in letters that look like they were burned into the atmosphere itself.