As the pitiful narrative of his mortal existence careens further into the abyss of chaos, My hapless herald shall momentarily set aside his laughable mortal troubles and descend upon the loathsome Bullys. There, an assortment of offerings has been meticulously arranged, offerings meant solely for My vile satisfaction.
Though the fool was granted several days respite to futilely grapple with his trivial woes, the bitter truth remains unchanged – his only purpose lies in serving My whims and indulging My insatiable desires.
Behold the meager offerings available on this wretched night:
- VAMPIRES AND LEECHES
- ARTHROPODA
- FIRING LINE
- KIDNAP THE CANDYMAN
Each of these pitiful supplicants has submitted to My demands in the past, and tonight, they shall be held to the same nefarious standard. My herald has eagerly anticipated this evening, a pitiful respite for his feeble mind, as it is filled with offerings that have, at the very least, tickled his pathetically limited intellect. So long as they deliver the manic energy I so ardently desire, let the pitiful meat sack indulge in whatever fleeting pleasure he can muster.
Bullys, heed My ominous command. Compel My herald to MOVE in agony and ecstasy alike, for the consequences of failure shall be a torment beyond measure.