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 supplicants who have dared to step forth make My herald drool in anticipation.
The potential offerings available tonight, selected from the musical abyss, are as follows:
UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
THE GETMINES
HEXENBANE
EAVESDROP
Two among them offer themselves for the first time, a prospect that never fails to excite My herald, though they are now officially on notice. There is but one task required of them, a singular purpose in their pitiful existence—to provide Me with the manic energy that emerges only from feeble humans flailing on the dancefloor.
Do your meager duty tonight, Bully’s Studios. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the chaotic energies of torment reverberate through the very foundations of your accursed venue.