Once again, as the feeble weekend descends upon this pitiful realm, I shall not allow My herald’s fleshy blood sack to squander precious moments of respite. Instead, I shall dispatch him to Red Gate, where three delectable offerings await, crafted for My insatiable consumption.
Though a mere trio graces the sacrificial table tonight, My herald assures Me that quality eclipses quantity in this instance. The selections for this evening’s torment are deemed quite delectable, or so his feeble assurances claim.
The potential offerings available tonight, chosen from the depths of musical mediocrity, are as follows:
GADFLY
FLOATING FACES
MONSTERWATCH
My herald, that pitiful fool, has circled this evening in anticipation, for two of his feeble favorites in the city shall embark on a mission to obliterate his already feeble mind. As for the third offering, MONSTERWATCH, the unknown factor in this malevolent equation, let it be known that anyone daring to close for GADFLY and FLOATING FACES had better be Supreme.
Let these entities, oblivious to their impending fate, be made aware of their sole purpose tonight—their only reason for existing: to provide Me with the manic energy that emerges solely from feeble humans flailing on the dancefloor.
Do your meager duty tonight, Red Gate. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the chaotic energies of torment resonate through the very foundations of your insignificant venue.