Underground City

The De Soto descended on a giant platform down farther and farther into the dark tunnel. A bright light suddenly entered everyone’s eyes and Chatpers gave a little gasp. There, spread out in a gigantic cavern, was an entire city. “Yes, yes. It’s quite amazing, is it not?” Ole Grandpa mused. Walter spoke for everyone when he said, “Holy fucking shit bro.” Even Gerry winced a little bit this time, seeing the look of annoyance on Ole Grandpa’s face as yet another moment was taken from him. “What, um, how did you build it all?” Gerry asked. Ole Grandpa gave a nod of approval, checked the instruments to make sure their descent was still proceeding normally, and stood up in the driver’s seat. “How? How do you ask? How did we get Highways and Bi-ways down here? Little scrapers and cave scrapers, for down here we are far from the sky, how did we bring all this here? Why with the very same ‘science’ that constructed this magnificent elevator!” Ole Grandpa held up his drink for a toast, and after an even briefer pause than the groups last awkward moment (they were catching on) they all toasted him back. “Excuse me, Mr. Ole Grandpa Sir, but is the ‘great elevator’ the platform we’re on or the De Soto?” Little Chatpers asked. Ole Grandpa paused with a look as if no one had ever proposed this concept to him before. Gerry was already tuning all of this out, as he had drained his drink on the toast and was now staring out the window at the grand city. Little cars were driving around, and as the elevator sank lower and lower one could begin to make out people walking around as well. A glance up showed that light was provided by a beacon built into the top of the cavern ceiling and somehow the illusion of blue skies was created with giant sheets of canvas. “I am referring to the De Soto.” Ole Grandpa answered, just as he sat back down in time for the platform’s halting. “Here we are, my fine contestants, welcome to Drinkadoo!”