Hey man, whatever. The reservoir of “Winter Is Coming” jokes dried up a long, long, long time ago. None the less, Telltale Games is making an episodic game series based off of Dragons and Incest.
Hit the jump for the teaser trailer.
Don’t let the jolly belly and the beard fool you. George R.R. Martin is one cold blooded motherfucker. Here is every single death from his A Song of Ice and Fire (it isn’t Game of Thrones, you illiterate swine!) tabbed. Two-hundred and eighty-four fallen souls. Shout out to I Heart Chaos for the find.
This is one Sith you don’t want to mess with. Oh Darth Maul had like, a zillion horns? That’s cute. I’d much rather take on that ballerina dumb ass than this fearsome warrior.
Hit the jump for the full picture.
Rob Liefeld is clearly the voice of our hyper-reality generation. He accomplishes feat after feat of brilliance and wizardry, and this may be his finest. Homeboy is dropping a deuce while singing the Game of Thrones song. Or at least sitting on the toilet.
Just embrace the madness.
Hello, friends. This is Monday Morning Commute. Within these walls, we share the various functions and safety valves we’re utilizing to get us through the daily week. Not only that, it is a post used as a general “this is what’s up in my world” sort of bullshit community building exercise. I hope you’re all well.
Astute viewers knew something was wrong when the wedding musicians started playing the Lannister song of war and battle, ‘The Rains of Castamere’.
I remember feeling physically ill for an hour after reading the chapter in George R. R. Martin’s ‘A Storm of Swords’ that corresponded to the end of tonight’s episode.
The interesting conversation is: what happens now? What’s become of the North? The Starks are dead or scattered all across the world. Winterfell is in ruins. Where are all of Robb’s generals, like the Blackfish, and the groom himself, Edmure Tully?
The still-more interesting conversation: will viewers be encouraged enough to hang on, persist, and see this story through? Many people I know felt completely gutted after this chapter years ago, and the ones I saw watching tonight seemed doubly so – it’s quite something to see these events play out visually.
How do you hang on when the good guys get torn apart so viciously, so brazenly?
The thing about Days of Future Past is that the production features roughly three-thousand actors. It’s massive like wut, like wut. So forgive me if I have forgotten that The King of Tits and Wine will be up in this movie as well. We have gotten a look at the aforementioned King, and he is rocking quite the impressive mustache. Sleazy, bitty-boning mustache.
Game of Thrones has itself an end date. Some Producer Person from the show has proclaimed that the pop culture favorite about pieces of shit being pieces of shit over an ass-chaffing chair will run no longer than seven seasons.
It’s getting tougher to piece these recaps together in recent weeks on account of a school schedule that’s getting busier than ever; but it’s a labor of love, and a true pleasure to get to reflect on some of the most memorable television being made. Apologies to the OL community for the tardiness! Hopefully, this look back on ‘The Climb’ will whet your appetite for the next Thrones ep we’ll have coming this Sunday.
The episode this week was a strange mishmash of plodding and excellence. Let’s start with the rotten side of the apple.
Game of Thrones has been kissed by fire in Season 3 – ratings are at a series high, and it’s easy to see why. The escalation all year has been almost out of control – new characters almost every week, new fantasy elements (to some viewers’ dismay), and new plots that aren’t in line with expectations.
The fifth episode’s title, “Kissed By Fire” is culled from a quote from red-headed wildling Ygritte, in reference to the boy that deflowered her. Red on red, as it were.
It’s a phrase very easily applied to half of Westeros, as well. The country is ravaged by war, farmlands are on fire, the religion of the Lord of Light and its affinity with fire are slowly creeping into all parts of the land, and Dany and her dragons have charred a city, and are marching to another.
And then there’s Beric Dondarrion.
This fool has had less than ten minutes of screen time and already reach maximum swagger allotment. It may have something to do with his pocket priest, Thoros of Myr – a red priest, not unlike Melisandre, Westeros’s resident shadow baby factory.