The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty, gray fog clings to the steep, winding streets of what appears to be an abandoned, rural town. Umm, the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. In the midst of the fog, a WWII-era M26 Pershing tank somehow drives itself slowly down the main street, sending faint ripples through the mist, despite the street's apparent abandonment and the fact that its tracks are covered in thick vines and rust. The sound of a gentle, atmospheric drum and bass mix plays faintly from a beat-up, old CD player that somehow remains functional on the edge of the road.