The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I see cracked, obsidian surfaces reflecting faint, strobe-like flashes of CS 1.6 deathmatch gameplay in a dark, subterranean cavern system. A noxious scent of ozone and engine grease clings to the dense, misty air... it smells like the aftermath of an electrical fire. Distant echoes of HE grenades crackle and rumble as the sound waves carry through the jagged passageways. In the distance, I hear a perpetual din of assault rifles firing, somehow weaving itself into an eerie rendition of the Tibetan Book of the Dead's sacred Bardo Thodol prayer.