The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, still-functional, LED Jumbotron somehow embedded in a dirty, rocky cliff face is blasting a shaky, handheld livestream of a dude playing Overwatch, the screen partially shattered with weird, glowing pink shards of plastic lodged in its surface. Like, the air's thick with this noxious smell of gasoline and the sky above is a pale, sickly yellow with clouds that seem to just be... frozen in place. Umm, nearby, a totally trashed, old, industrial concrete mixer is still somehow turning over, spewing a steady stream of what looks like half-cooked, steaming hot asphalt onto the dusty ground.