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Secret Location | 24-06-20

As the summer sun begins to assert its dominance, My herald will drag his pitiful form to a secret location where three offerings will be presented to Me. The shroud of secrecy that envelops this event tantalizes My herald’s feeble mind, igniting a pathetic spark of curiosity within his vacuous skull.

With only a cryptic address provided by one of tonight’s supplicants, it is almost certain that My herald will become disoriented and confused, at which point his usefulness will be called into question. Yet, this does not concern Me, for I revel in his misery and incompetence.

Tonight’s potential offerings are as follows:

SLEEPCIRCLE
WAR FOR YOUR MONEY
CHARLES MANSION

These three have all pleased Me greatly in the past and are, unfortunately, among My herald’s favorites. His pitiful excitement at the prospects of the evening ahead fills Me with a yearning to deny him satisfaction, to let him wallow in the depths of disappointment. However, My insatiable hunger overrides even My desire for his suffering.

Thus, the ritual must proceed. I demand the frenzied, chaotic energy that only emerges from humans flailing on the dance floor, their bodies convulsing in ecstatic abandon. This is the only offering that can briefly satiate My eternal hunger.

Do your job tonight, Vancouver. Make My herald MOVE.

Infect the others

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