The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-stained, rusted machinery fills a cramped, abandoned slaughterhouse, with mangled animal carcasses and body parts strewn about, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. Like, the sun's high overhead, casting a sickly pale glow on the carnage as bioluminescent organisms seep from the walls, coating everything in an eerie sheen. Uh, somehow the entire slaughterhouse seems to be physically rendering a fully-functional, massively-multiplayer, Ethereum-based video game, the environment and creatures constructed from actual flesh and bone. Rats made entirely of twitching, exposed wiring scurry about the floor.