Back in the 80’s, this was my Saturday morning. Kicking Foot Clan’s ass and eating pizzas.
“I remember when they rowed us away from shore. How white the beaches were, how tall the trees. And I remember my village burning, smoke rising into the sky.”
“The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have.”
– Eddard Stark
Is he dead?! Are we going to find out Sunday?!
“It’s the Lord of Light brings you back. I’m just the lucky drunk who says the words.”
– Thoros of Myr
“He knew how to dress and he knew how to smile and he knew how to bathe, and somehow he got the notion that this made him fit to be king.”
– Olenna Redwyne to Margaery Tyrell
Currently playing Fallout 4.
That’s what we are: ghosts. Waiting for you in the dark. You can’t see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear – Lannister, Stark, Baratheon – you prey on the weak, the Brotherhood Without Banners will hunt you down.
The night is dark and full of terrors…
“So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck?” ― Abraham (The Walking Dead)