The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, half-submerged stadium somehow fills the center of a drained, massive impact crater, the air thick with the smell of decay, smoke, and gasoline. Water flows upwards from the crater's base into the stadium's seats, flooding the empty rows with murky, algae-filled water as the sound of screeching machinery and distant rocket fire echoes off the crater's walls. Uh, a giant ASCII art image of Pepe seems to be etched into the side of the stadium in what looks like charred, blackened metal. It's pouring rain, but the sky above is a bright, electric blue, and somehow there are seagulls flying in the vacuum outside the crater's rim.