As yet another weekend descends into the abyss, My herald shall once more be cast into the void, this time bound for Red Gate, where a paltry selection of potentially delectable offerings awaits Me.
After a Saturday evening overflowing with a veritable feast of offerings, I demand nothing less than a relentless continuation of this trend tonight. Anything less shall be met with my unrelenting wrath.
Behold the pitiful offerings available on this night of reckoning:
- NATLAK
- MEDIASLAVES
- CHRONIC FATIGUE
This night marks the initial offering of CHRONIC FATIGUE, for they have never before sated My desires with their pitiful offerings. Meanwhile, the other two, having executed their duties with marginal success, shall be offered no respite.
Thus, let it be known that all supplicants are now officially on notice. They bear the ominous duty of providing Me with the manic energy that can only be drawn from the writhing, anguished forms of humans flailing upon the sacrificial dance floor.
Red Gate, heed My malevolent command. Kindle a relentless frenzy of agony that compels My herald to MOVE, as I bask in the torment you shall unleash.