Few mortals
have ventured into the caverns below the Cornell's sales floor. Most surface
dwellers do not even know of its existence. But thousands of millimeters below
the surface of the earth, denizens of the Cornell's
dungeon toil away in the dust, fighting to stem the constant stream of
cartons flowing down the conveyor into their domain.
Day and
night, a constant battle is fought to keep the tunnels clear of debris... for if
the corridors are blocked, the supply lines will become choked, leading to chaos
on the surface as the stacks of merchandise dwindle and customers begin to
become anxious and unruly.
The dungeon dwellers have
learned to fear the late spring and fall... they know that the masters of the
dungeon journey to distant markets, collecting treasures and artifacts in
enormous quantities. Soon after the masters return, vast armadas, overflowing
with the spoils of the journey, descend upon the store... at times the dungeons
become so clogged that even breathing becomes dificult.
