On this rare occurrence that your feeble Gregorian calendar deems to repeat every four years, My herald has been beckoned to The Cobalt to partake in the peculiar festivities of this day, where three offerings shall be laid before Me.
It has been an age since My herald has tread the dimly lit corridors of The Cobalt, a venue he once relished. Coupled with a genre that resonates with his pathetically personal tastes, My herald is poised to execute his duties with fervor and zeal.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
- AUTOGRAFT
- CHARLES MANSION
- STRATHCONA
With two of the potential offerings having previously made adequate offerings, I expect nothing short of the same dedication from them tonight. This leaves only one offering, AUTOGRAFT, who seek to appease My demands for the first time.
Henceforth, let it be known to all who dare present tonight, all who seek favor with Me by providing the requisite sustenance: manic energy that can only be wrought from the futile flailing of mortal bodies upon the dancefloor.
Cobalt, heed My decree and compel My herald to MOVE with such fervor that the very fabric of existence trembles beneath his feet.