 Hello, my name is Theodore Beverly, and I live a quiet life in a small town outside of Los Angeles, California, never suspecting the secrets my father harbored deep beneath the floorboards of my childhood home. I'm a fan of cartoons, especially the anthropomorphic characters of the 80s, and I was particularly fond of the one dubbed, Taboo the Cheetah. A bright blue eyed cheetah with a mischievous personality. I could not get enough of my favorite cartoon character. But, it seemed, nobody else had ever heard of Taboo. Not even my father, who became increasingly agitated the more I asked about it. That curiosity slowly waned until one day, I was rummaging through a trunk in the attic, and outtumbled a delicate VHS tape, with a well-worn label adorned with a blue cheetah silhouette. Without proper parental consent, I poked the ancient relic into the family's VCR, and settled in for what was sure to be an exciting adventure. The cheerful cartoon quickly took a dark turn, as Taboo the Cheetah and his wacky gang of pals, faced off against a gang of vile and gruesome villains, resulting in a great battle featuring terrible and gory violence. The cartoon wasn't like anything I had ever seen, not only did it contain an unnecessarily gruesome level of violence, it also centered around a distinctively dark undertone, drawing heavy themes of occultism and sinister figures, such as a magisterial carnival character who was clearly a poppet master of sorts. I quickly and quietly returned the tape to the trunk in the attic, never mentioning it to my father, knowing he would not approve. To this day, I do not know what I witnessed, or why my father had yet an evil relic away, but I will never forget the horrific tales within this lost piece of media.