The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted arcade machines are stacked haphazardly in a half-submerged, abandoned water park, like, water's pooling around their bases as the sun beats down from directly overhead. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of chlorine, and it's got a weird, charged feeling that's making my skin prickle. Water's spraying out of a broken wave machine, and APES SHADOW TIME is etched into the concrete floor in massive letters that seem to be... growing vines. The vines are somehow linking up with the arcade machines' circuit boards.