After an amusing evening spent at a measly free show in Victory Square last night, My herald took notice of the pitiful energy offerings there, though attended as a measly mortal and not under a decree by Me. But enough of that insignificant gathering, for now, My herald shall head to the Wise Hall to collect more satisfying tributes.
Tonight, as the weak mortals revel in their feeble Friday festivities, My herald shall be joined by his favorite dance partner, the delightful Lucy. Together, they will summon the maximum flail and chaos, providing a tantalizing spectacle for My insatiable appetite.
Behold the potential offerings tonight, you pitiful beings:
WAR FOR YOUR MONEY
WITCH RIPPER
DREADNOUGHT
TRIBUNAL
Ah, yes, WAR FOR YOUR MONEY, one of My herald’s favored bands. They shall surely deliver what is expected of them. Let it be known to all others performing tonight: you are under scrutiny. Should you fail to provide the manic energy that only arises from humans flailing on the dance floor, you shall suffer the consequences of My wrath!
Do your pathetic best tonight, Wise Hall. Make My herald MOVE, or face the dire consequences that I, the merciless Elder God, shall bestow upon you all. Your agony shall amuse Me, and your screams shall resonate throughout the cosmos!