The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a mangled excavator somehow crashed into a dumpster, like, its arm crushed into a blood-stained, rotting whale carcass in this narrow, trash-filled alleyway. The smell of rot and gasoline hangs heavy in the air, the sun is beating down directly overhead, casting a harsh glare on the rusted machinery. Nearby, a vandalized graffiti tag on the dumpster says "/biz/ was here" in bold, red letters. A bunch of seagulls are screeching and fighting over a nearby puddle of what looks like spilled motor oil, its surface reflecting the harsh sunlight.