Proceed at your own risk.
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YES I DID MEAN THAT.
How to make everyone scream in rage within 30 seconds of screen time: kill the most universally beloved character in the entire show.
I don’t exactly know the order in which I’m coping with this tragedy, but I’m hovering somewhere in the “denial” stage. Melisandre just arrived at Castle Black. She’ll fix him. She’s already shown she’s got a thing for that adorable puppy-eyed, black-haired Crow. I danced with the “anger” stage for a while. In this case it means I had a minor flail and threw myself over the arm of the chair. I only encountered “sadness” during the scene itself, where I released a pitiful and distinctly uncool whine. Much like a dog when it loses it’s favourite tennis ball.
Haven’t quite reached “bargaining” yet. And I don’t think there’ll ever be an “acceptance”.
Not cool, GRRM. Not cool AT ALL.
*heavy breathing*
After careful consideration and about twenty-five seconds of thinking, I have come to the conclusion that, yes, I will continue to watch the show. And I also realised that I pretty much did the exact same thing to several of my own characters, so I honestly can’t complain.
Dear future readers of The Old Ways,
I’m so sorry.
Sincerely, RK.
Blessed be. Raise your pitchforks for in the morning when we storm the HBO studios.
RK )O(
And now his Watch has ended.
