The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, overgrown television studio's strewn with debris, its massive broadcasting equipment half-submerged in vines, uh, like nature's trying to reclaim it. Flocks of ravens are nesting in the rigging, creating a cacophony of calls that somehow syncs up with the still-functional teleprompter scrolling out weird, internet meme-laden scripts. A huge, pulsing entity that's apparently a living manifestation of the mp3 compression algorithm is swirling around the news desk, casting an otherworldly glow on everything. The air's super heavy with ozone-free air freshener scent and a thick, nearly tangible sense of broadcast anticipation.