The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tarps plastered with CS 1.6 logos and torn tournament brackets sag under the weight of collected rainwater in a neglected botanical garden... Like, old Counterstrike server racks have somehow sprouted amongst the overgrown plants, vines snaking up the metal frames, servers' fans and hard drives still humming in sync with an eerie, distorted shoutcast. Air thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers hangs still, charged with a faint electric tension that makes the raindrops quiver on the tarp's surface. Water drips upwards from the servers into the night sky like an inverse rainfall.