Once again, as another wretched Saturday descends upon the feeble mortals, My herald shall be dispatched to the Wise Hall for the grand finale of this year’s New Year’s Winterfest —a metal showcase promising sonic destruction of the highest and most delectable caliber.
Invited to this spectacle by the pitiful Journeyman Productions, My herald is prepared for another dose of auditory punishment after being pummeled by the immensely delectable offerings last night. I expect tonight’s torment to be no different.
The potential offerings available tonight, carefully selected for their ability to stir the very essence of chaos, are as follows:
NAMELESS KING
NO FAITH IN FORTUNE
NOTT
XOTH
TRUENT
COFFIN ROT
Once again, much like last night, only two of the potential offerings have provided satiating energy to Me previously. Therefore, the remaining four must now be put on notice, forced to acknowledge the divine command—to provide Me with what I demand: the surge of manic energy that only comes from feeble humans flailing on the dance floor.
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.