The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The cold air reeks of smoke and burnt wiring in this dilapidated funhouse, with old, rusted carnival lights somehow still illuminating the air thick with fog. Like... CS:GO match sounds are somehow coming from these creepy animatronic band members, their broken bodies slowly rocking back and forth to the beat. It's pretty still outside, but umm... sounds of screeching seagulls echo off the damp air, even though there's no ocean nearby. And, somehow, the fog just decided to form a perfectly detailed miniature replica of a Counter-Strike map on its own – fog is just naturally mimicking 2D surfaces now, I guess.