The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A faint mist hangs low over a dilapidated, rural tennis court, its surface cracked and overgrown with weeds. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. Uh, CS:GO's Overpass layout seems to be mapped out by the arrangement of old tennis nets and rusty floodlight poles. A tennis ball on the ground somehow continues to bounce indefinitely, its motion smooth and unbroken, without ever losing any speed or momentum.