The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gigantic, corrupted Rage Guy face fills the sky, like, with speech bubbles and font overlays. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt wood, umm, and it's nighttime with a deep grey sky. Cats made of solid stone are growing out of the trees, their eyes made of old motherboard circuitry. The sky is simultaneously dissolving into a sea of distorted image macros, and gravity is pulling everything towards the corrupted face.