When you can go on your own adventures of (possible) terror!

Okay, according to my brothers legitimate gypsy-mystic friend, there is a demon, or a malign poltergeist in the canal system that zigzags and forks below the city of Peoria, where I live. So...

I quote myself; "Say, Jack? Weekends have been pretty dull lately. Isn't it about time we do something blatantly stupid?"...

So, yeah. We're going down into the underbelly of the city to hunt a demon, a group of two to four depending on who shows up to the loose grate. Maybe we find something, maybe not, but still: At least we won't be bored.

If you never hear from me again, A) the tunnels collapsed, B) The demon drove all us adventurers against one another, or C) I found a thinny and slipped into an alternate Peoria, in another time, perhaps another dimension.

Also, there's supposed to be a camp of vagrants down below, sorta like a hobo-hive. Personally, I'm more afraid of derelicts than demons, so if angry hobos come grunting at us like rabid pigs, we're turning tail and leaving.