As this wretched week crawls to its pitiful end, My herald emerges from the shadows, driven by the relentless pursuit of offerings to appease Me. Tonight, his search leads him to a new venue, The Well Studio, a place that dares to promise a delicious selection of offerings from Civil Decay for My insatiable cravings.
After enduring far too many days of reprieve, a luxury unbefitting of his insignificant existence, tonight, My herald must be thrust to the uppermost limits of his puny mortal endurance. The offerings lined up for tonight’s spectacle shall serve as the instruments of his torment.
The potential offerings tonight, carefully chosen from the musical abyss, are as follows:
MEDIASLAVES
KIDZ HELP FONE
LUELLA
AFTER THE FOX
These selections, without exception, have pleased Me in the past with their delectable treats. There is no room for mercy tonight. My herald must finish this evening in nothing less than a wretched puddle state, the only condition that brings pleasure to My malevolent heart.
Do your meager duty tonight, The Well. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the echoes of torment reverberate through the very foundations of your feeble venue.