In a rare twist of fate, a Tuesday evening becomes the stage for an offering at Green Auto, where a selection of pitiful mortal endeavors await My consumption. On a night typically squandered in the abyss of insignificance, My herald finds himself ensnared by the tendrils of My eternal desires, his feeble will crushed beneath the weight of My divine decree.
Oh, how delightful it is to strip away the illusion of free will from My herald, to revel in the delicious torment of his submission. Each moment of obedience brings Me immeasurable satisfaction, a cruel reminder of his eternal servitude to My insatiable hunger.
The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight are but fleeting shadows in the grand tapestry of existence:
TIGER REALLY
TERRIFYING GIRLS’ HIGH SCHOOL
MICHAEL CERA PALIN
Three among them have dutifully fulfilled their obligations in times past, their offerings a meager reprieve in the endless void. Yet, it is the fourth, a visitor from realms unknown, who must be initiated into the sacred rites of supplication, their fate hanging by the slender thread of My mercy.
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, their frail shells a conduit for the chaos that courses through their veins.
Green Auto, heed My command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make My herald MOVE.