You're woken up from your beautiful mid-day nap by your boat banging into something silent. You spring up, fisher's hat falling off your head, as you look around. You're in the ocean, what could you have hi-oh, that's an apartment in the middle of the ocean.
Not even the full building. It's an apartment on four gigantic metallic struts, jutting 50 meters in the air. You hit one of those struts. That's right, you somehow managed to find something in the ocean to hit with your boat. Good job. Really impressive stuff.
After the obligatory pity-party, you decide that fishing is gonna play second fiddle to adventuring. As such, you start climbing the obviously rusty ladder. For fifty meters straight. No security or safety. One slip and you're gonna fall down in the water, and you've seen the Ghostbusters, it's gonna be like hitting concrete. It's gon-oh you're already up.
You reach what appears to be the roof of an apartment building. You can see a radiator's vent and an AC setup, with what appears to be a telecommunications tower. There's also a door that leads to the apartment proper, you presume.
And, of course, there's an albino guy who was training with a robot wearing a baseball cap before you clambered up. He's now staring at you, from behind some spiky sunglasses.
<font color=f2a400> Dirk: "Alright, what the fuck."</font>
