As yet another week of pitiful mortal existence draws to a close, My herald shall descend upon Bully’s Studios, where a selection of offerings shall be laid bare for My consumption. With a newly revamped stage now standing as a testament to mortal folly, My herald eagerly anticipates the opportunity to carry out his duty on this Friday night, his feeble mind aglow with the promise of new experiences amidst the chaos.
Oh, how I have grown weary in My patience, My divine wrath simmering beneath the surface as I await the fulfillment of My herald’s meager obligations. The past week has seen but a handful of offerings, each one a pitiful attempt to appease the insatiable hunger that gnaws at the very core of My being.
The potential offerings laid bare before me tonight bear names as insignificant as the fleeting moments of mortal existence:
HUNTING GIANTS
PLAGUE DOCTOR
TWENTY MILLION PEOPLE
DEATH BOUND
Among them, all but one shall present themselves for the first time tonight, their fate hanging in the balance as they stand upon the precipice of my divine judgment.
To those who dare to present themselves for the first time this evening, heed this warning: you stand upon the threshold of oblivion, your fate bound by the whims of my eternal hunger. I demand nothing less than the frenzied energy that can only be wrought from the convulsions and contortions of mortal flesh upon the dance floor, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that shall serve as the lifeblood of my existence.
Bully’s, heed my command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make my herald MOVE.