As the season continues its lethargic crawl towards change, My herald, eternally beleaguered by the undesirable weather, must once more endure the elements. He has been summoned to Red Gate, where a selection of offerings will be laid before Me, eager to satiate My insatiable hunger.
Having languished in trivialities for far too long, My herald looks forward to resuming his sacred duty at one of his preferred venues—a place that unfailingly provides Me with the sustenance I demand.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
THE BRAHMANKIND
CHRONIC FATIGUE
CHERRY PICK
All of tonight’s offerings have previously succeeded in providing the manic energy that only emanates from humans flailing on the dance floor, shedding their inhibitions, and channeling the raw power that flows from the stage.
I expect nothing less than a repetition of their past performances, the only thing that temporarily mollifies My relentless desires.
Do your job tonight, Red Gate. Make My herald MOVE.