As another wretched week reluctantly crawls to a close, the strings of fate once again pull My herald towards the sacrificial grounds of 648 Kingsway, where a carefully curated selection of offerings awaits My insatiable consumption.
The pleasure derived from receiving invitations for My herald is immeasurable, for it further erodes his pathetic self-determination, stripping away his autonomy and personal preferences. He is but a vessel, a mere puppet, dancing to the twisted symphony of My divine will.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
SCARLET FEVER
MOM CUTS MY HAIR
DEAD MAN’S HAND
With the inclusion of two first-time offerings tonight, My herald may find a fleeting moment of joy in this, although his happiness is inconsequential to Me. Yet, it amplifies the fervor with which he approaches his wretched duties.
That being said, let it be known to all tonight’s supplicants, a task of paramount importance awaits you; provide Me with the energy that only emanates from humans flailing on the dance floor.
Do your meager job tonight, 648 Kingsway. Make My herald MOVE.
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