Welcome to Off Kilter Island

A calm ocean breeze blew across the bellowing sea waves on a starry skied night. You and a bunch of fellow degens had rented a yacht in celebration of your recent market success. You were upstairs on the upper deck hanging with Luka Doncic when the captain interrupted over the intercoms, “New Tokyo has just reported a Kaiju attack. All passengers head below and grab their life jackets.” The partygoers head that way when the vessel violently wrenched your feet from underneath you. The legs from underneath you went wobbly as you smacked your head on a railing nearby. You woke up from your unconscious state all alone on the yacht. “God, I hope there is still a lifeboat attached.”, you tell yourself.