You don’t find the Dive… the Dive finds you.

No one ever agrees on where the DoomsDay

Dive is actually located.

Some remember stairs.

Some remember a train platform.

Others swear they walked through a door that wasn't there before today.

Time behaves differently inside. Twenty minutes can become two weeks. Hours can disappear entirely.

Everyone remembers the bartender.

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He'll probably know your name before you tell him.

Take a seat… he’s already started you a tab.

the jukebox knows…

 01// You don't find the Dive... the Dive finds you.

02// Time slips, erases, or doesn't matter. 20 minutes could be five hours could be months on end.

03// No one leaves the same as they came.

04// Isaac will probably know your name before you tell him.

05// Tabs are not always paid with money. (Memory. Choice. Identity. We accept all 3)

06// The jukebox knows what’s coming… even if it was not a coin-operated request.

07// There is always one empty bar stool. No one ever agrees on why.

08// No more than one Lesser God is allowed inside the Dive at any given time.

Drinks can get pricey.

At the DoomsDay, they could cost something far more interesting than cash.

Every guest of the Doomsday Dive keeps a tab. Some stay open for just a few minutes…while others remain open for years.

When Isaac decides it's time to settle yours, he won't always ask for money.

He may ask for a memory.

Or a choice you haven't made yet.

Or a piece of who you are.

But hey, don't worry.

He'll know what you can, or can’t, afford.