Having to spend most of their time in the sewers, the lives of Tokyo's disreputable Poo Divers consistently suck. The lowest caste of all underdogs sits in the Shinjuku honky-tonk as they do every night after work, digesting their lost time. Delirious thoughts waft through cesspools, spilling into an endless nirvana of drunken stupor and hubris. The only fixed point of their blank stares is the smudged cup with the stomach ulcering mixed drinks of Don’t Ask and Definitely Don’t Ask. A hot, stuffy, yet wild vibe drools through the humid air. It drools saliva that the divers inhale and excrete again as armpit sweat.
The divers brag about their precious finds from Tokyo's sewers. In drunkenness, yellow slime hardens into gold ingots and rat poison mutates into cocaine. Or was there really a giant diamond that a courier frantically shat out shortly before the raid? What is the truth about the silver coins that Akito once claimed to have found? And did he really exist, that mummified politician Tanaka slurs about every night?
Two to four players get up close and personal with the secret society of Poo Divers. Take part in their stuffy discoveries and, like them, rejoice in every bit of dirt. In this world, all finds have equal value. But take the advice of a wise Poo Diver and keep your glued eyes open, lest some greedy asshole snatch the loot from under your nose.