DX01: SINGULARITY 34601
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, industrial fog clings to the rusting remains of an abandoned oil rig, its steel beams and catwalks twisted like the wreckage of some long-forgotten beast. The air's heavy with the smell of crude oil and the sound of groaning metal echoes through the stillness, the pressure seeming to vibrate through every molecule around me. CS:GO's de_nuke layout somehow exists in this mess, crates and piping mangled together like they grew from the very earth itself, uh, and in the center of the map, the radar displays a live Bitcoin blockchain in intricate, moving calligraphy, etched on what looks like stained glass. The sky above is a deep, foreboding red, as if the sun had imploded hours ago, but light somehow still trickles down.
