The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, derelict offshore oil rig stretches into the pale, early morning light, with a hazy storm cloud looming on the horizon. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and grease... A segment of the rig's support beam has somehow seamlessly merged with a chunk of what looks like the crust of a Neapolitan pizza, like it's been there forever. The beam's surface is covered in steadily shifting, actual Twitch stream comments, rendered in tiny, raised metal letters that are reflecting the faint sun.