The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty pinball machines and old arcade cabinets line a dimly lit amusement park midway. Umm, like, there's this one ancient-looking Mortal Kombat machine still running somehow, the screen reflecting off puddles of stagnant rainwater that's collected on the metal floor. An air of mildew and ozone lingers in the heavy air, and the smell of stale popcorn and funnel cakes is still strong. An upside-down rollercoaster somehow teeters on top of a funnel cake stand, its rail supports inexplicably tangled through an old Tilt-A-Whirl.