The belt keeps dropping parcels. The trucks keep leaving.
And something in the walls really likes cardboard.
| # | Crew | Delivered | Shifts | 🦝 Thefts | Season | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Not one parcel delivered, ever. The raccoon is thriving. | ||||||
Parcels drop onto the floor, colored for their truck. Every parcel has patience. It runs out.
Each dock counts down, departs, and comes back. Load the right colors before the doors close.
Postage-due parcels need the meter. Suspicious ones need the inspection desk — contraband goes down the chute.
Chuck parcels across the floor to your teammates. Fragile ones… don't. You'll hear it.
From shift two, it raids the floor and drags parcels to its burrow. Chase it down. It is faster than you'd like.
Expired, stolen, shattered-and-lost — ten mistakes ends the shift. The leaderboard remembers.