The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty cargo containers are just... piled up in a massive, miles-wide crater on the Moon's surface, like they were dropped here from orbit or something. The air's vacuum-empty, and my suit's life support is humming in my ears, but I can still hear the weird, super-low-frequency rumble of idling diesel engines. A Twitch stream of Asmongold playing Dark Souls is projected onto the crater wall, somehow making these impossible, miles-high crystal spires grow and shrink in sync with the gameplay. Umm, my suit's gravity sensors are freaking out – it says I'm experiencing about half a G less than I should be.