The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness wraps around a labyrinthine server room, umm, CS:GO's de_nuke layout somehow mapped onto the humming server racks and catwalks. Air thick with ozone and the smell of burning circuits, the air's heavy with anticipation as the stillness is punctuated only by the soft whir of fans and the faint hum of grinding stone coming from somewhere beyond the walls. The servers themselves appear to be growing twisted, organic-looking roots that burrow deep into the stone floor, as if drawing power from the Earth itself. Outside, the Sun hangs frozen in a perpetual solar eclipse.