With the malevolent dawn of another accursed Saturday upon us, My herald shall be forcibly dispatched to the accursed Red Gate, where an assortment of offerings shall be spread out for My sadistic pleasure.
Having expended himself until the accursed early hours of the morn, harvesting offerings for Me in relentless torment, his pitiable mortal husk wails for respite. This state of affliction aligns perfectly with My desires.
The potential offerings for this eve are as follows:
FLOATING FACES
HABIT
KIDS ON FIRE
MEAN BIKINI
My herald has been nursing an insidious anticipation for the first offering from MEAN BIKINI, whilst both HABIT and FLOATING FACES have, in the past, offered tantalizing tributes to My insatiable appetite.
Thus, tonight’s proceedings shall undoubtedly deliver precisely what I demand: a frenzied outpouring of the macabre energy that can only be wrought from wretched humans flailing upon the dance floor.
Execute your loathsome duty tonight, Red Gate. Make My herald MOVE.