The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Musty, ozone-charged air hangs heavy in a cramped, abandoned research submarine somehow mapping out CS:GO's de_inferno layout. Umm, a sound like creaking metal and the hum of a malfunctioning generator echoes off the rusting bulkheads, and the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and decay. An aurora borealis manifestation, identical to the ones on the ocean surface, crackles within the cramped control room, while tendrils of glowing bioluminescent fungi appear to have claimed the vessel's navigation console. Like... we're submerged beneath a mile of solid Antarctic ice.