As yet another wretched week slithers to its loathsome conclusion, My pitiable herald shall once again embark on his nightmarish quest to procure offerings for Me, driven by the gnawing hunger of My insatiable demands.
The wretched journey commences tonight at Red Gate, where delectable tributes await My ravenous consumption. From there, My herald shall journey to the Fox Cabaret, a wretched den of “non-stop disco party,” where he will flail and writhe in agony until the early morning hours.
Behold the pitiful offerings available this cursed night:
- WARMBELLY
- THE THING
- SELFIST
- PET BLESSINGS
A line-up that stirs the frayed edges of My cruel anticipation. All, save for WARMBELLY, have previously submitted to My desires. But this, WARMBELLY’s maiden offering, fuels My wicked excitement to perverse heights.
Let this be a dire warning to WARMBELLY: your initiation into My malevolent ritual demands the surrender of manic energy. This effervescent frenzy only arises from the pitiful humans who convulse upon the sacrificial dancefloor.
Tonight, Red Gate, you shall execute your loathsome duty with precision. Incite My herald to MADNESS. The consequences of failure shall be most exquisite.