The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive pile of discarded PlayStations and Xboxes towers above, somehow staying upright in the middle of a flat, dry lake bed, surrounded by cracks and salt deposits. The sun beats down, baking the dry earth, and the air is thick with the smell of burned plastic. A chunk of a Twitch-branded hot air balloon somehow lies beached beside the gaming console mountain, its deflated envelope partially covering a perfectly circular patch of lush, green grass that seems to be pulling in nearby debris with a weird, unnatural force. It's weirdly still, not a hint of wind.