At the midway point of this wretched weekend, with three pitiful offerings already consumed and two more to extract, My herald shall commence this day’s torment at the accursed LanaLou’s. The monthly abomination known as Punk Brunch, brought forth by the wretched Cross Contaminated Productions, shall stain this Sunday with three delectable offerings that My herald will voraciously consume.
Thereafter, My herald shall remain imprisoned within the confines of LanaLou’s, subjected to three more offerings that shall, hopefully, quench My insatiable hunger for this weekend’s pitiable energies.
Behold, the pitiful offerings that shall be presented to Me today:
BLOOD OF THE PHOENIX
WACK
DENNIS WILSON SURF TEAM
ROUGAROUX
NUMB DAME
Of all the wretched offerings, only DENNIS WILSON SURF TEAM dare to present themselves before Me for the first time. They are now officially on notice, tasked with providing Me the manic energy that only arises from humans flailing on the dance floor. Fail Me, and the abyss shall claim you as its own.
Today, the very essence of torment shall suffuse the air, and your feeble cries shall be the chorus of My delight. Make My herald MOVE, for the alternative is a suffering beyond imagination.