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Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
What invention lets you look right through a wall?
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I have no life but I can die. What am I?
Digital white-out.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?