You walk left until you see something in the horizon. You pick up your binoulars and have a closer look. It seems to be an old fortress, built from derelict cars and broken dreams. The gate seems to be guarded, but perceptive as you are you notice a faint light emanating from a rusty old Highwayman nearer to the backside of the fortress.
The trunk contains a Prosper basking in the cold blue light of his laptop, browsing the Duck and Cover. He appears to have hacked the forums and injected a malicious code that automatically adds images to the end of each post. He is immersed in the virtual experience and completely oblivious to your existence.