The premier pre-breakpoint and F1 Appetizer
Right after Token2049 and right before Breakpoint. The perfect date to unite 2 large crypto communities.
You walk into a towering building, cool air escaping from a decadent lobby caressing your cheek. There is a svelte figure wearing a pair of kitty ears and bracelets, smiling and gesturing for you to step right up to the ice cream bar serving local flavours and the familiar vanilla and chocolate.
You swish your private invite QR, and a cold cone of chilled sweetness is pressed into your hand. Licking it cools you down from the outside warmth. A sheet is given to you as another slim figure holding up a sign 👉 TO THE MOON 👉 70th floor 👉 directs you down a tiled corridor to a lift lobby.
The sheet tells you - THE GAME IS AFOOT.
As you taste uniqueness of Singaporean old-school ice cream, your ears pop. Stepping out of the elevator, you see a clump of people browsing glow-in-the-dark lanyards, picking their own rave accessories, and slinging mini Birkin-looking bags onto themselves with their choices.
"What an unusual start for a crypto party!" you muse.
You are invited to choose from an array of glow accessories. The options are color-coded—you get to pick your identity for the night. You decide to troll and choose "new to web3"—because why not let others enjoy the thrill of discovering your 8-figure trades of cat coins? You grab a few more glowing accessories along the way; they'll carry you into the night and make it easy for your friends to find you.
You enter a glowing tube that reminds you of your trip a long time ago as a child to the local aquarium. Sharks, whales, and other creatures light the way into the cavern of the club. Other guests are mingling, cocktails in hand, the glow of the impending sunset making their skin gleam. Staff dressed in coordinated outfits weave between the dangling fronds of jellyfish, serving dainty canapés. As your eyes sweep across the club, your vision drinks in a massive DJ deck, with the compelling figure of the female DJ high on her throne, keeping you from looking away. Your eyes keep returning to her, almost magnetically drawn. You feel electric tingles flowing off the Web3 Rave Queen in her element, her fingers smoothly moving across her instruments, starting a deep throb from within you.