As another mundane weekend dwindles into insignificance, My herald finds himself summoned once more to the sacrificial grounds of Red Gate, where the wails of mortal music shall echo through the night, a feeble attempt to appease My insatiable hunger.
After enduring the punishing onslaught of a hardcore offering last night, his ankles bruised and his spirit weary, My herald longs for respite from the savagery of the mosh pit. Tonight, the offering leans towards the gentler embrace of rock, a reprieve from the relentless assault upon his frail form.
The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight are as follow:
MATH BAT
BOYMODER
SLOWICIDE
FELISH & THE JAZZ REJECTS
They have all dared to tread upon My domain before, offering themselves as vessels for my amusement. And so, they shall be called upon once more to perform the solemn ritual of tribute.
I demand nothing short of the manic energy that can only be wrought from the feeble limbs of mortals as they flail and convulse upon the dance floor, their movements a pitiful homage to the chaos that reigns within their souls.
Red Gate, you stand upon the precipice of my wrath, tasked once again with the burden of facilitating my desires; make My herald MOVE.