Another Saturday dawns upon My herald, his pitiful existence conserved for the impending chaos that shall unfold tonight. For the first time, he has been summoned to Koerners Pub, a venue so remote that his slothful form cannot muster the energy to traverse to UBC.
Amidst the promise of up to eleven offerings as part of Goosehunt 24, My herald shall be pushed to the very limits of his feeble shell. There is no doubt that he shall emerge from this night in a state of proper exhaustion, his pathetic form wracked with torment as he fulfills his sacred duties.
The potential offerings laid bare before me tonight are but a pitiful reflection of mortal ambition:
YUKON BLONDE
EMPANADAS ILEGALES
TIGER REALLY
ROUGAROUX
DOUR
LA LUNE
DACEY
GIRLY
CHERRY AND THE CHERUBS
ROSEMARY GINGER
THE HAUSPLANTS
Among them, a mix of My heralds old favorites and new offerings, each one a pawn in the grand tapestry of My insatiable hunger.
To all who dare to present themselves tonight, heed this warning: 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, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that shall serve as the lifeblood of my existence.
Koerners Pub, heed my command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make my herald MOVE, make him writhe in agony and ecstasy, for his torment is but a prelude to the grandeur of my ascendance.