“Tonight the streets will run with blood.”
It was the 150-year celebration of his organization. It was a beautiful night.
The crowd cheered, and he was pleased.
His organization earned the Gore Award for the fiftieth year in a row.
This year he was determined to top it.
“We shall strike terror in the hearts of all that witness us!”
He unrolled the sacred parchment, and raised his glass in honor.
His minions rushed from the room, each more eager than the last.
He sharpened his knife and joined the festivities with a wicked grin of triumph.