OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, STAN.
Welp. Don’t I look like an overly optimistic fool now?
Braavos
LanArya is about to fulfill her mission of assassinating the Thin Man when she gets distracted by another prospective target: Meryn Trant, the Kingsguard (And noted shitheel) who murdered Syrio Forel (Google him) back in season 1, when we all still had a modicum of faith left in humanity.
“What? They’re not gonna kill off the main character! Especially when that character is Sean Bean! Be serious!”
In retrospect, that should’ve been our first hint.
Anyways, she immediately forgets about the Thin Man and follows Trant around Braavos, where he is currently escorting noted buffoon Mace Tyrell, who is supposed to be negotiating a new deal with the Iron Bank of Braavos. but who seems to be busy making a complete and utter ass of himself. After ditching Bumblefuck Tyrell, Trant, closely followed by LanArya, makes his way to a brothel (As idle men tend to do in this show). There, he reveals that he, like every other fucking person in this goddamn show, is into some really gross sexual stuff, because of course he is.
Upon arriving back at the House of Black and White, Arya tells Jaqen that the Thin Man wasn’t hungry today, and that she’ll do the job tomorrow. Jaqen appears to buy that excuse. If you think that he actually did believe her, then I have some MySpace stock to sell you.
Can you buy stock in a social networking site? Eh, fuck it, moving on.
The Wall
Oh, fuck off with your dead family, Olly. Nobody cares anymore.
Also, Alliser’s still a giant dickhead. Shocking, I know.
The North
Despite all my hopes, prayers, and sacrifices to Cthulu, Ramsay’s guerilla attacks against Stannis are proving to be quite effective. Realizing that there’s no way that his troops survive the winter, Stannis sends Ser Davos to Castle Black in order to get help from Jon Snow. Ser Davos leaves after an adorable storyline with Princess Shireen, and Stannis visits her soon after to participate in another heartwarming father-daughter-
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAD IT!!!! YOU HAD MY GOODWILL!!! AND WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?! YOU BURNED A FUCKING TWELVE-YEAR OLD TO DEATH?!?!?! EAT A DICK STANNIS, WE’RE FUCKING DONE!!! FUCK YOU!!!! I HOPE YOU, YOUR CREEPY FUCKING WIFE AND YOUR DISGUSTING RED DRESS FUCK-BUDDY CTHULU BITCH ROT IN HELL!!
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I mean, first kill the Boltons and save Sansa, if need be, but afterwards EAT A MILLION SWAMP RAT RECTUMS AND DIE, YOU INHUMAN FUCK!!!!
Spain Dorne
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Not gonna lie, that felt good. I should go completely unhinged more often. If only nobody had to die for that to happen. And what am I gonna do when Game of Thrones is over? My random murder quota is already so high!
Eh. A man’s work is never done, I guess.
Where was I? Oh, right, this surprisingly slow storyline.
To its credit, this storyline wasn’t all that bad to me, even if 80% of the dialogue from Elia Martell and the Sand Snakes sounded like recycled and modified Inigo Montoya dialogue.
Plus boobs.
Any flaws in the character development are made excusable by the fact that it’s nice to have a storyline that doesn’t end in just the worst way possible, with nobody dying except a ship captain and some miscellaneous Dornish guards, and who cares about them? It’s not like they’re people, or anything.
Stormtrooper logic people, stormtrooper logic.
Meereen
Daenarys and her posse are witnessing Opening Day at Daznak’s Pit, which is kind of like Opening Day at Yankee Stadium, but in this case, the Yankees are all getting brutally decapitated. A boy can dream, can’t he?
Anyways, Daenarys, Hizdahr, Missandei, Tyrion and Recast McFuckface engage in verbal sparring that makes heretofore unsuccessful writers like myself want to give up and leave it to the professionals. It’s so amazing and funny, and if I can ever write something half as good as the dialogue here, then I will feel complete in life.
After the first match is ended in a darkly hilarious matter, Jorah steps into the ring, and begins fighting in a terrific battle royale against some sword fodder, much to Dany and Tyrion’s shock. After Jorah dispatches them, he throws his spear into Dany’s booth… And hits a Son of the Harpy who was trying cut Dany’s throat!
The initial shock of seeing this is compounded upon when members of the audience put on masks and start cutting people’s throats. Our heroes all have some moments of badassery, Recast racks up a kill count (I’ve been rough on him this season. Whatever, he’s cool, I just think he’s kind of a dick), Tyrion kills a S.O.H. who’s trying to kill Missandei, and Hizdahr dies horrib- oh, wait.
The posse wanders into the middle of the coliseum for…reasons, when they are surrounded by the horned freaks when suddenly….. Dragon ex machina!!!!
“Surprise, motherfuckers!!!”
Dany then flies off with Drogon, leaving her posse staring in awe…. Before presumably being brutally murdered by the surviving Sons of the Harpy.
Overall: After last episode, Game of Thrones has gone back into no-holds-barred misery mode. Ah, well, the relative peace was fun while it lasted.
Rating: 9.5/10
Wait a minute… I was only one day late posting this thing? This calls for a celebration! Let’s go out and set things on fire, you guys!
Oh…. Too soon….
Please Kill the Messenger 