Another dreary Saturday evening descends upon the mortal realm, and My hapless herald will drag his wretched form to a new venue brought to life by Civil Decay, summoned by an invitation to witness a selection of offerings presented for My consideration.
After a brief, undeserved respite from the intolerable heat—an element My herald pathetically recoils from—he had the audacity to enjoy his day. This trivial joy shall be rectified by a sonic assault and a ferocious mosh pit that will leave him battered and broken by night’s end.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
AUTONOMOUS APES
TIVR
NITROGLYCERIN
PLATINUM INFERNO
Tonight’s offerings bring forth an old favorite alongside three first-time supplicants, with two debut performances among them—an excitement that tantalizes My herald’s feeble mind.
With so many new offerings, let it be known to all what is expected this evening. I demand no less than absolute and complete satisfaction, if only fleeting, that emanates from the manic energy created by humans flailing in wild abandon on the dance floor.
Do your job tonight, Civil Decay. Make My herald MOVE.
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