A tall spider led the tour group through the dimly lit exhibit hall, her many eyes flicking over the crowd as they came to a stop before a particularly notorious display. The group gathered around one of the many recalled items from the infamous Crisp Taste Co.—a company best known for the disastrous frat party incident involving over pressurized root beer kegs.

“And next up on the wall,” the spider said, gesturing with one of her upper limbs, “we have the Model One Dart Guns.”

Cameras clicked as visitors leaned in to get better shots of the sleek, well-crafted weapon and the info plaque mounted beside it. The spider continued, her voice taking on a lecturing tone.

“The idea started as a simple concept—a fun, interactive game for carnivals and events. Something lighthearted for crowds and friendly competition. But, as with many things, it didn’t stay innocent for long.” She paused, letting the implication sink in.

“The criminal world quickly found more… creative uses. Most famously, the Model One was used to pop Mayor Grindell shortly after a wave of corruption scandals became public. And of course, who could forget the mass blimping incident at Maytown Mall last year?”

A tourist, a little too curious, reached out toward the dart gun—only for his hand to be swiftly slapped away by two of the spider’s limbs. “Sir, for the last time,” she snapped, voice sharp, “the items are not to be touched.”

She let out a resigned sigh before moving the group along. “And next,” she said, gesturing to a gleaming setup ahead, “we have the Soda Station