HBO adaptation of Game of Thrones - will this be just for nerds? (NO SPOILERS PLEASE)

this shd be the final season, end it like deadwood everyone rides away in carriages

end it like battlestar, everyone starts farming in peace except for the one who disappears into thin air

End it like Lost, everyone holds hands in a church.

They're going to drag this out as long as possible, don't kid yourselves.

final season split into not two but three separate parts

final season split into countless shards of web content

DOLOROUS EDD IS THE KEY, oops spoilers.

― Hollinger Escape Plan (Leee), Friday, January 30, 2015 11:03 AM (8 hours ago)

Dolorous Ed is my favorite

https://vine.co/v/OtEDDFLm2Za

:o

ahahaha

o_O

also lol

:D

http://grapevine.is/news/2015/02/02/hafthor-julius-breaks-1000-year-old-lifting-record/

NOTHING CAN STOP ME!! NOTHING CAN BREAK ME!

looking forward to him dying of malaria or something tbh

uh, he walked five steps while supporting a half ton of weight, there are a lot of actual superheroes that can't do that and it says so in the handbook of the marvel universe
that shit is insane

I'd love to see him in the wwe someday. Mark Henry worlds strongest man yeah right

I guess there's a new trailer for this stupid show: http://youtu.be/vwRdVw82Jd8

Yeehee, can't wait. Trailer was unexcitingly vague but I'd prefer to keep it that way.

Because of general cultural momentum, I read the first book and started the second. 1) It's amazing how much the show sticks to (at least) the first book and much of the second, so far. 2) I really respect GRRM's world building. 3) GRRM is a pretty terrible writer, he said, wiping the grease from his beard as the great Horn of Aroo sounded. "Aroooooooooo," went the horn. Pyp the Dwarf was taken aback. Was that indeed the Horn o Aroo? "Aroooooooooooooooooooo," went the Horn again. Yes, thought Pyp, there could be no mistaking it. Pyp stood on his two wobbly legs, weak from mead but misshapen from birth, and faced his army of sellswords. "Tonight," he began, his voice steadily rising, greatly disproportionate to his short stature, "we ride ... to reclaim what is ours!" The sellswords and barbarians, also wiping grease from their beards, responded with a mighty clash of weapons, ringing out in the night like the cry of a great Jungle Beast, which no man has ever seen south of the Wall but which every child knows from their nightmares. To Pyp it sounded like so much gold being spilled out, the cost of procuring an army on such short notice. But if there's anything a sellsword prizes more than weapons, it's gold, and anyone able to disperse such bounty to these kingdom-free men understood too well the dangers of men who fight not for honor but for money.

And so on.

Good, but needs more milk of the poppy.

And Dorneish peppers.

And the smell of garlic wafting through the aeire.

And someone with a dagger up his butt.

Spoilers!

throwing up lemon cakes all over his chain mail

surely not just lemon cakes

Oh, to have just one more lemon cake. Instead, Meretricia had only the dimly lit view of her cell to sustain her. What could be going on outside her damp walls? She imagined she was back at the tourney, watching knights vie for her attentions. She remembered the look Ser Drake gave her as if it were yesterday. Ah, Ser Drake. It had been folly to confuse his glare for affection rather than suspicion, and now she was paying the price, but Meretricia knew it was only a matter of time for world to reach her father on the Isle of Snakes before his venom-tinged vengeance freed her from this prison. And then all the lemon cake in the world, served on platters of Valyrian steel, would be hers once again. And Ser Drake would be forced to eat them until his stomach burst, his insides spilled, the the dreaded Byrds of Parthon descended and feasted on his steaming entrails. Only then would Meretrica be satisfied, and the honor of House Serpenttongue restored.

Good luck on book 2, i have attempted it a couple of times during the show's off-season but haven't been able to make it more than 50 pages in. it is just terrible

i maintain that rewriting the entire series in a mid century american minimalist style wld be a great project for a profoundly depressed lost writer

condense the whole thing down into one book it wld be so good

it needs the long stretches of boredom to make the sudden bursts of surprising violence feel special

yeah youd have to work out the pacing, an ambitious undertaking no doubt but doable imo

i mean you dont need the down time to be exclusively filled with boiled leather talk there are other ways

maybe during the downtime the characters learn important skills, like a new programming language. between violent incidents the reader is expected to study along with the characters. new chapters are only available after the reader passes an ability check. at the end of the book you've not only learned which family has won the throne game, but you can also program your own throne game based off of dnd5e rules

if harry potter had mandatory tests to enable access to new chapters we would have a cohort of precocious genius wizards who would be able to colonize alpha centauri by 2025 at the latest

that reminds me that the GoT board game (the old one that predates the tv show, idk what sort of moneygrab spinoffs are out there now that its a popular franchise) is actually really fun

Bibi Netanyahu said "Game of Thrones" in his address to Congress

that reminds me that the GoT board game (the old one that predates the tv show, idk what sort of moneygrab spinoffs are out there now that its a popular franchise) is actually really fun

― ciderpress

If very long!

i maintain that rewriting the entire series in a mid century american minimalist style wld be a great project for a profoundly depressed lost writer

― lag∞n, Wednesday, 11 March 2015 14:59 (25 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

stop giving damon lindelof ideas

maybe during the downtime the characters learn important skills, like a new programming language. between violent incidents the reader is expected to study along with the characters. new chapters are only available after the reader passes an ability check. at the end of the book you've not only learned which family has won the throne game, but you can also program your own throne game based off of dnd5e rules

― Karl Malone, Wednesday, March 11, 2015 11:17 AM (14 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

lmao tbf this is a much more cutting edge take than mine i cede the floor

eddard would still be alive if he had only learned to code

i hereby claim the floor and demand that all books implement self-education incentive programs that cater to my needs and desires. *gets killed on next page* *GoT theme plays*

anyway, back to the subject, sorry. i'll be watching the last few episodes of the last season to try to remember what the hell was going on. i'm looking forward to the new season, but i have to admit that the way they release episodes doesn't really work well for me these days. the 10-episode seasons come and go in a few months, then decades pass in real life, i have children, i buy a house, i have a lost weekend and then another, then it's time for a new GoT season.

mazel tov! it sounds like you have big things happening in yr life

oh, none of those things have happened except for the lost weekend(s? can't remember). but my point is that they could, given the episode release structure, if only i wasn't so busy coding my throne game

c0ding is so immersive its like you look up and five GoTs seasons have passed

Five summers had passed since Octavian's father pried out his eye on his name day. Each day the deformity served as a perverse reminder never to lose perspective, and while the irony was not lost on Octavian when his arrows landed shy of the target's center, he understood the dictates tradition placed on the Lords of House Optemtetrius. Squinting up at the green eye on the flickering flag that flew over Astigmatic Keep, Octavian even felt a certain pride. What is one eye, he reasoned, in the face of 1000 summers of tradition? Besides, all men are ugly to a whore. Octavian knew his shortcomings above the neck were nothing compared to what waited below his waist. Maneuvering his impressive manhood - another proudly passed trait of House Optemetrius - no whore had ever commented on his scarred face. Perhaps they feared being blinded themselves. More likely they were awed by the long link in a line of succession so solid that no one had ever taken the Keep, binocular or no. So fought the men of House Optemetrius, hung like horses and fueled by a bravery unmatched in the realm, their one eye socket useless but the remaining orb the last thing many a foe has stared into before finding their head on a pike, rotting and unblinking swarming with Melecian flies and stinking of rancid Sturgeweed.

Game of Codes: You win or you compile error.

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Did the ghost of King Robert write the series? I imagine that's how he'd write it.