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It was a particularly odd evening. An ominous fog pulled along the cold concrete floor. I found myself tracking through this old warehouse that seemed fairly familiar to your old friend The_Babadook. As I tracked through I noticed glints of silver gliding past me. Every glint of silver was accompanied by a sharp clanging sound that of metal on metal. Upon closer inspection I found that chrome plated axes were being launched from the darkness of the warehouse. I was not particularly happy that these axes, whether under their own will or the will of another was being hurled at me. Decisively, as your old friend The_Babadook is, I reached down and threw the chrome plated axe back into the darkness. Noticing that the axe I threw did not make any sort of noise upon its exodus from my claws into the darkness made me evermore intrigued. I glided into the darkness scanning in front of me ever so keenly until I bonked my noggin on a wall. I pulled back from the obstruction and started to consume it. The validation of inhaling the darkness was so satisfying. There your old friend The_Babadook sat consuming, feeding, until completed.