01/07/04 The Daemon mouse struck again. Last night I was downstairs playing drinking games with people and generally minding my own business, when suddenly I heard a foul cry. A noise coming from the depths of the abyss. I turned round a look of horror on my face, and there it sat. Taunting, grinning, it had one of the failed competitors of our drinking game in a compromising embrace. His hands held fast by it's deadly grip. I conversed with it, crying out 'Why? Why this place? Why this time?' It merely laughed, and said if I did not release it's brethren it would kill one of ours. A mouse stuck in one of the traps downstairs. I tried to make a grab at the Daemon Mouse, but it shifted it's grip around his throat, and threatened me once more. I was a unfortunate pawn forced to do his bidding, and once I had he left with his new found army............