I was lying back in the punt on the Cam at

I was lying back in the punt on the Cam at Cambridge going past the backs of the colleges. I couldn't remember the name of the man punting away behind me - it'd come back to me I'm

factoring encryption keys for Anonymous. I'd found floating on my back through the backs on this gentle stream was the only way the answers came, but punter wars made it dangerous

It was time...

The minute hand on the pocket watch ticked past the 12. Thus began the Witching Hour began, and the madness was released into the world.

For Madness, it was just a night on the town. He liked seeing the panic that ensued when he came around. If there was one person perfect for their job it was Madness. The Witching

Hour was but a joke to Madness. He twittered, "Darkest night, full moon. Midnight. LOL! Come and get me, wannabes!" He smiled at his clever challenge - this would be his finest hou

-nd of Hell. "Come here, Midnight," Madness called into the abyss, "Here boy! Who's a good doggie?" From deep in the well of despair, he heard the barking of his best friend.

All three heads of Midnight came leaping out of the well of despair and drenched my face in the slobber of tentacle ridden tongues. Madness did love his scruffy wuffy.

Ooooo...that feels kinda good. Lower. Lower. Funny how what seems at first to be terrifying ends up being...delightful. At that moment, I embraced both Madness & Midnight.