As the feeble mortals trudge through the monotony of the week, oblivious to the impending doom that lurks just beyond the veil of their pitiful existence, My herald finds himself summoned to the heart of the city. There, amidst the cacophony of mortal affairs, The Pearl awaits, its stage a canvas upon which the offerings of the night shall be displayed for My amusement.
This newer venue, a mere blip upon the cosmic tapestry of existence, dares to tread upon the threshold of my domain, drawing forth offerings from beyond the confines of this wretched city. Despite the arduous journey that awaits My herald as he ventures into the heart of downtown, there is a palpable sense of anticipation, a whisper of excitement that dances upon the air.
The potential offerings laid bare before me tonight are but a trifling selection of mortal endeavors:
GADFLY
DOUR
DZ DEATHRAYS
Their titles ring hollow, their significance fleeting in the grand scheme of eternity. Yet, the two local offerings, like loyal hounds at my beck and call, have dutifully delivered the sustenance I crave in times past. And GADFLY, perched upon the lofty precipice of greatness, knows well the demands placed upon them by My insatiable hunger.
To the remaining offering, heed this warning: you stand upon the precipice of oblivion, your fate hanging by the slender thread of my mercy. Tonight, you shall learn the true meaning of fear, as you are tasked with the solemn duty of providing Me with the manic energy that can only be drawn forth from the flailing masses upon the dance floor.
Pearl, heed My command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make my herald MOVE.