The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dry, rust-colored dust swirls around the legs of a massive, stone statue of Pazuzu, its beak-like face cracked and worn. Sun beats down on the dusty, barren ground, baking the already-parched earth, and umm, I can smell the acrid tang of something burning in the distance. A bunch of old, military vehicles are half-buried in the dust, their hulls cracked open, with entrails and twisted, rusting metal spilling out... and the air's charged with an electric, buzzing energy that's making my skin itch.