As yet another abhorrent week draws to its inevitable, pitiful conclusion, My herald will once again venture forth into the frigid night air, a sensation that his feeble, skeletal frame can scarcely endure. His destination: Fox Cabaret, where a selection of offerings has been promised to Me.
Having already graced the halls of the Fox, My herald shall remain there to continue his duties. However, instead of the raw, primal energy of live rock music, he shall endure the torturous onslaught of a DJ’s mix from the past few decades—a cacophony that will undoubtedly elicit agony from his wretched form.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
- BLEAKOS NUCLEAR DISCO
- SLIGHTEST CLUE
- CHERRY PICK
All of tonight’s potential offerings have previously provided adequate sustenance. As My herald steps into this familiar domain, all involved are already well aware of what is required of them—what is demanded of them. They must summon forth the manic energy that only arises from the desperate flailing of humans upon the dancefloor.
Fulfill your duty tonight, Fox Cabaret. Make My herald MOVE.