As the eternal dance of the seasons unfolds and the nights grow warmer for My herald, he shall embark upon Lanalou’s this evening, where his presence has been demanded to collect a selection of offerings to be laid bare before Me.
Oh, how it pleases Me to receive such summons for My simian meat sack, to revel in the exquisite pleasure of stripping away the last vestiges of his pitiful free will. Any opportunity to wrench control from his grasp is welcomed by Me, a cruel reminder of his eternal subjugation beneath My divine will.
The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight are but fleeting whispers in the grand tapestry of existence:
DISPOSABLE DISGUISES
ALIENS AT HOME
HI-DIVE
Among them, only one offering dares to present itself for a second time, its past transgressions a mere echo in the winds of eternity. As for the newcomers, they stand upon the threshold of oblivion, their fate hanging by the slender thread of my mercy.
Know this, mortals, and tremble in the shadow of My divine wrath: 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, though I can never be truly satisfied.
Lanalou’s, 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.