The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense kudzu vines are somehow suffocating a cluster of PlayStation 3 consoles, their tendrils wrapping tightly around the plastic casings like they're being absorbed. It's pretty humid, and the air's thick with that sweet, earthy smell of decaying plant life. A low, buzzing hum, like from a bass speaker, is vibrating through the air, and it's weirdly syncing up with the sound of gently running water from a nearby, tiny waterfall, which is somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity. The sunlight filtering through the tangled vines above is casting an intricate, dappled pattern on the forest floor.