As yet another weekend succumbs to its inevitable conclusion, the city once again summons forth My herald, casting him into the abyss to accept one final offering before the mundane drudgery of the week commences anew. Tonight, Green Auto will transform into the sacrificial altar …
As the incessant rain blankets the city in its perpetual misery, My herald will once again drag his feeble sack to the wretched Bully’s Studios, where a selection of delicious offerings shall be presented to appease My insatiable hunger. Tonight’s selections will descend into the …
Once again, as another wretched Saturday descends upon the feeble mortals, My herald shall be dispatched to the Wise Hall for the grand finale of this year’s New Year’s Winterfest —a metal showcase promising sonic destruction of the highest and most delectable caliber. Invited to …
As this wretched city begins to thaw out from its brush with winter, My herald, fresh off multiple days of undeserved respite from his duties, will once again venture into the city in search of delectable offerings to satiate My ever-present hunger. After spending days …
After a night spent cowering in his feeble abode from the cold that his skin-stretched bone rack cannot endure, effectively defying My divine will, tonight My herald shall be dispatched to Red Gate, where a selection of offerings awaits presentation for My malevolent consumption. Despite …
As the world succumbs to the icy grip of a frozen wasteland and feeble mortals cower indoors, My herald will venture forth for the first sacrificial offering of the week. After a string of unearned days off, he shall be dispatched to Red Gate, where …
For the inaugural offering of this newest sun rotation, My herald shall return to the venue most frequented by his pitiful presence—Red Gate. There, three offerings shall be presented for My malevolent pleasure. After an inordinate span of idle time and an indulgent amount of …
After bestowing upon My herald an indulgence of far too much time off, he shall finally return to the sole task befitting his pathetic mortal shell—flailing on the dancefloor for My sadistic pleasure. Tonight’s sacrificial spectacle unfolds at Bullys Studios in New Westminster, and the …