Welcome back, friend.

Come seeking something truly unsettling, haven't you?

Mm-hmm.

Just a short while ago, you stopped by here to pick up a business card from a man named Dr. Allen Allship, local plastic surgeon.

I do believe there's still some story to tell, in fact.

It all starts with this.

A pair of safety scissors.

Not unlike you'd find in an elementary school classroom.

Safety scissors were born in such a place, you know.

Wilbur Stilwell was chair of the Department of Art for over 30 years at the University of South Dakota.

He and his wife Gladys sought to make art

safe and accessible to people of all ages, including children. After hundreds of sketches in

1952, the, uh, safety scissors had cut themselves a hole into the fabric of reality.

Now, you'd be wise to assume that the Stillwells never intended their groundbreaking invention

to be the centerpiece of depravity, but, alas, you are at the antiquarium.

This... You are at the Antiquarium. This is Chapter 2 of the 1%.

Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above

the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include Leibisishi, Winston Lay,

Mike,

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