No art form was more significant in the '80s than the music videos that appeared on MTV, the fabled source of our MTV2. And while history and even the songs themselves paint the '80s as a period of shallow prosperity, the music videos seemed to be on a mission to make George Orwell's vision of their decade look like Epcot Center. Sure, other generation may have lived through wars and depressions, but '80s kids have just as much a claim to psychological trauma, on account of videos like:

5 A-Ha's "Take On Me"

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Why it's Scarring:

Our friends and family were concerned that day when we packed all our comic books into a crate, filled it with gasoline, chanted some magic words and proceeded to light the cursed mess ablaze (utterly destroying our childhood in the process). Clearly they didn't see this video, the fools. Oh, how we delighted at the adventures of those bizarrely dressed men as they beat other bizarrely dressed men within an inch of their lives (but no further, because that would be too immoral for our young eyes), never knowing that the drawings which we gazed upon were alive. And that if so inclined, those characters could kidnap us from our own world and whisk us away into theirs.

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The metaphysical questions tied up in the video would be enough to make the writers of Lost go [even more] insane. If that waitress in the diner had burnt the comic instead of simply throwing it out, would the world of the comic cease to exist? Is it possible that we are in a comic right now? What black magic could give life to a drawing? Is Alan Moore actually the reincarnation of Rasputin?

Yes, it would appear so.

Try reading "Peanuts" the same way now.

Most Terrifying Moment:

Remember that scene from The Ring, when the creepy little girl crawled out of the TV? This video has that moment topped when, about one minute in, a beckoning hand reaches out of a comic book frame. And don't even get us started on the black staring eyes of the police officers in the comic, who like to do their particular brand of policing with giant wrenches. No amount of therapy can make us come to terms with that.