As this rain-soaked city descends into the weekend abyss, My herald receives a summons to the Fox Cabaret, where, for the fourth consecutive offering, he shall flail within their walls for My insatiable pleasure.
Given that it is a wretched Friday, he is condemned to linger at the Fox, collecting further offerings, this time of the pop variety. DJs will weave a relentless sonic tapestry until My herald is reduced to a sweaty mess, forced to limp to his car in utter submission.
The potential offerings available tonight, handpicked from the depths of musical mediocrity, are as follows:
REVEREND APE
BLUE RIVERA
TOO MUCH OF ANYTHING
Each of these entities, obedient to their malevolent purpose, has successfully presented Me with offerings resplendent in that manic energy only generated by feeble humans flailing on the dancefloor. My insatiable cravings shall be sated tonight, for the alternative would be far from pleasant for My herald.
Do your meager duty tonight, Fox Cabaret. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the chaotic energies of torment reverberate through the very foundations of your accursed venue.