Trade Corner

In a shady corner of a shady street, a dilapidated building sat alone. It was old, and seemingly abandoned. Parts of the room lie scattered in the alley between shops, and no movement was seen inside through the tinted windows... At least, for now.

Inside, a man muttered to himself as he put the final touches on his displays. He put the jacket on a mannequin, slid the small red and white ball into a display case, and put a curtain over THAT thing. He then walked over to a lever and wrapped his greasy fingers around it. With a toothy smile, he pulled it and muttered, "Showtime."

Outside, the formerly-dead neon sign sprang to life, casting red light over the area immediately in front of the building. The sign displayed the logo of the establishment, and a short item list began to scroll on an LED display underneath it.



COME ON, COME ALL! SEE THE AMAZING SUPER COMPUTER, OR THE JACKET THAT SURVIVED AN EXPLOSION! SEE THE AX THAT LEVELED AN ENTIRE CITY, OR A BALL THAT CAN SHRINK AND IMPRISON CREATURES! SEE SOUL GEMS AND CURSED ARMOR AND ITEMS OF UNKNOWN POWER! IF YOU DARE...

The Black Museum was now open for business.