From the depths of his darkened sanctum, shrouded in the veil of eternal night, My herald shall emerge tonight, drawn forth by the promise of a unique offering that awaits consumption at Green Auto. A flicker of joy stirs within My herald as a band, thought lost, graces the stage again– a small indulgence I allow in the otherwise pitiful existence of My herald.
Up to four offerings have been pledged for this cursed evening. With sufficient numbers, I dare to hope that it may briefly satiate the gnawing hunger that claws at the very essence of my being, if only for another fleeting moment.
The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight bear names as insignificant as the dust that gathers upon the bones of the dead:
DANES
LIFE IN VACUUM
TAXA
BE AFRAID
Among them, the return of DANES to the stage holds a peculiar significance, for it stirs within My herald a modicum of enjoyment from their mediocre bleatings – a rare moment of amusement in his otherwise dreary existence.
To those who present themselves for the first time tonight, heed this warning: you stand upon the precipice of oblivion, your fate hanging by the slender thread of My mercy. My herald shall collect the energy generated by the frenzied flailing of mortal flesh upon the dance floor, an offering of ecstatic agony to satisfy My eternal hunger.
Green Auto, heed My command, and make My herald MOVE!