As this wretched city begins to thaw out from its brush with winter, My herald, fresh off multiple days of undeserved respite from his duties, will once again venture into the city in search of delectable offerings to satiate My ever-present hunger.
After spending days cocooning himself around any feeble heat source his scrawny meat sack could find, tonight he shall generate all the heat needed as Wise Hall hosts this year’s New Year’s Winterfest festival. A slew of metal bands promises to bleed My herald’s ears over the next two days, a cacophony that will serve as a feast for Me.
The potential offerings available tonight, chosen from the bowels of the musical abyss, are as follows:
VESSEL
CULTIST
SATANIC TEA CO
DEATH MACHINE
BLACKWATER BURIAL
BEWITCHER
Due to his ever-present fatherly duties, My herald will not be able to catch all six offerings this evening. However, those who receive the dubious pleasure of My presence must be made acutely aware of what is required of them—only the surge of manic energy that emerges from feeble humans flailing on the dance floor shall satisfy My insatiable appetite.
Do your meager duty tonight, Wise Hall. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the chaotic energies of torment reverberate through the very foundations of your accursed venue.
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