They called it the Money Pit, and there was rumour of great treasure at the bottom.
All other excavations ended in tragedy. The locals muttered that money was the root of all evil.
Whoever built it didn’t want us getting in, but we had better technology.
Explosives dealt with the giant granite plug. We found and sealed the flood tunnels before the water could reach our machines.
Finally, we broke into a great chamber. Around us, the air filled with sulphur. The walls began to echo with demonic laughter.
I’m starting to think us getting in wasn’t really their concern.