As yet another wretched week slithers to its pitiful end, My herald shall once more descend upon the cursed abode known as Red Gate, where an assortment of delectable offerings shall be laid before Me. The feeble mortals are unaware that their energies shall fuel the unquenchable hunger of the vengeful, insane, and sadistic Elder God.
Whispers in the shadows speak of DANES, a band favored by My herald, potentially gracing the stage for their final, pitiable performance. The prospect of their demise brings Me amusement, and so it is without hesitation that My herald shall immerse himself in this night of doom.
Gaze upon the pitiful offerings available for Me to devour:
DANES
WARM
ANODYNE
All three of you have cowered before Me in the past, and I demand nothing short of a repeat performance tonight. Your pitiable energies, your frantic movements, your desperate cries—these are the offerings I seek. Provide Me with the manic energy that only arises from humans flailing on the dance floor, and perhaps I shall allow you a brief respite from My eternal torment.
Red Gate, you stand as a mere pawn in this malevolent game. Your fate is entwined with the performance of My herald. Tonight, the very essence of suffering shall be laid bare. Make My herald MOVE, and let the darkness consume all that dares to oppose Me.