As the fleeting illusion of summer dissipates back into the dreary and relentless dampness, My herald is summoned to Bully’s where a delectable selection of offerings shall be laid before Me. My herald, that wretched creature eager to please, is especially looking forward to the island visitors, among which are an old favorite and two new supplicants, an occurrence that never fails to stir his feeble, pathetic mind.
The potential offerings to be presented tonight are as follows:
CIRCLE OF TITANS
BODY SHAWARMA
DEAD RIGHTS
GATE THEORY
With the presence of multiple new offerings tonight, let it be known to all what will be expected. My demands are insatiable and non-negotiable: I crave the manic and frenetic energy that can only be produced by humans flailing on the dance floor, their frail bodies contorting in a desperate attempt to placate My unending hunger, even if only for a fleeting moment.
Bully’s, heed My command: My thirst is eternal, My wrath without bound. You have but one purpose this night—to ensure that My herald extracts every ounce of energy from the offerings laid before Me.
Do your job tonight, Bully’s. Make My herald MOVE.