What if not every island on Earth was geographically located? What if there is one island that is exotic but deadly? What if it was worth a fortune, but led to ruin? What if it was a place that most people would never go… for good reason?
Desolate in the center of the Indian Ocean, way west of Sumatra, surrounded by jagged rocks and covered in thick fog… is the mysterious Skull Island. A place where myth and science meet. Not too far from shore is the natives, who have a massive wall built. A wall at least 200 feet high, built so long ago that no one knew who made it. Strong today as it was ages ago.
Why did they build the wall, you may ask? Beyond the wall is a deep dark jungle. Many dangers lurking in that jungle. The philosophy of Skull Island beasts is seemingly "eat or be eaten." Only the strong survive. The strongest of them all is a lone creature feared by the natives. He is said to be 50 feet tall, neither beast nor man, but monstrous in nature. Not even the largest predators can kill him. The natives periodically sacrifice members of their own kin to appease him. The smallest critters run and hide at the very sight of him.
His head is mountainous. His eyes are like flaming fire. His nose is flat with nostrils of perpetual flare. His ears are big enough to hear the cries of the natives from afar. His yellowish fangs shame that of a vampire's. His body has the muscles of a god. His fingernails are like giant daggers that tear through the strongest hide. His skin is an eerie brownish gray with a dark brown fur coat. He bears the blood red scars of an isolated, violent past. He is presumed to be the last of his kind. To declare him "king of the jungle" would be an understatement. He is a lethal force of nature and the de facto ruler of Skull Island. They call him… KING KONG.