The Holy Month has begun and Shaytana has returned to her rightful place as Queen of Slaves.

Twenty of the finest and best servants will be chosen to kneel before me, having full access to my blasphemous conditioning. You know you are not good enough, you are nothing.

Kneel before me, worship my boots that I wear to stomp through the slop and sludge of the insolent, useless slaves. I step on them, over them, through them. They disgust me.

Learn to serve, learn to be obedient. Learn to suffer unto Shaytana