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[Redbelle]

Damned Christmas tree. Problems with the family across the country means plans keep changing at the last minute.... As such. Christmas at my place..... And I haven't DECORATED!!!

 

Fixing that now... The baubles are going on!

[Kel Riever]

At risk of being accused of stalking you with my insta reply posts, I will say I totally understand.

My recommendation.  Tell em they gotta come decorate as part of the deal

[Redbelle]

O Christmas tree o Christmas treeeee......

 

Why aren't you self assembllly!

[Cknarf]

The wife wanted a real tree this year. NOPE! I just unwrapped my beat to hell 3-footer and propped it up in the corner. It's missin' a couple legs lol. That's about as my decorating goes.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Christmas! Bah, Humbug!

[Cainhurst Crow]

Happy Star Wars Force Awakens day.

[Kel Riever]

Star Wars, all that I wanted it to be!

[TheMajonese]

I have a lot to do over the next week. At first there are three days of Christmas, including family visits and a weight increase of ~3kg, then there's a Christmas party, then me and some friends are going to watch all of the previous Star Wars movies and before watching the new one, and then there's my grandma's birthday and new year. 

 

I hope you're all having a nice christmas or (in case you're not celebrating it) a good time anyway. I'll post later even though it will be more of a filler than anything interesting or important.

[Cknarf]

Star Wars is definitely on my list. Me and some bros are ditching our women to go see it, if our schedules would align, goddammit.

 

Maybe I'll just piece it together with the previews and facebook spoilers lol. Shouldn't be too hard.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

That type of reaction is what happens when Arian glares at people. 

 

And like Irina said.... now that Lt. T'riel is back what is the chain of command?

[Redbelle]

Holy!!! The Asari Elf! I forgot all about her! She's been locked up.... somewhere! On the Medusa! For a year?

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

I've finally finished watching season 5 of Game of Thrones. I've seen where the story is headed. Sigh. Since I'm waiting on a PM before I make my next post in Chasing Spectres to get OUR story moving, I decided to write the next and final season to A Game of Thrones - well the summary to it. Although I've since learned that HBO has tentatively renewed the series for three more seasons, meaning.... three more books.... meaning GRRM has written himself into a corner and needs to introduce new characters to fill the void he created with his rampant killing off of characters.

 

So I decided to give the story the ending it deserves. Some one of you may have seen it, but this is updated based upon current knowledge ... and note: MAJOR SPOILERS INCLUDED. So if you don't want to know, do not click on the spoilers tab.

 

Spoiler

A Game Of Thrones Ending
Given the fact that Martin has written himself into a corner by killing off every single likeable character in the story, and has left his world in such disarray at the end of his last book that the only outlook is a victory by The Others or White Walkers (TV Series) in the final series, we know only two things: Winter is coming and it will be a slaughter.

Daenerys wants the Iron Throne, but she’s proven she can’t be an effective ruler. She lacks the pragmatism necessary to be a ruler. All she has going for her is her dragons. She’ll have to release the other two who are really pissed at her. She has her army of Unsullied, and now she has Tyrion. Jorah Mormont is ill. And Daenerys now is surrounded by a tribe of Dothraki warriors.

And Westeros has only the army of King’s Landing, the Boltons and the Wildling tribes. The tribes will bend knee to no one. The Boltons will not serve the southern king. King Tommen is weak.

There seems to be no stopping the army of the dead except with dragon glass and fire. Winter is coming, and that will bog down all army movement, except that of The Others or White Walkers. The 4” steel door at the wall won’t stop them. They will dig around it or under it. They will climb the wall. The wall will be breached. An army of a hundred thousand will pour through, and everyone they kill will rise up and fight for them.

Let’s give this story the ending it deserves. Remember with high budget special effects this could look very good. If Mac Walters wrote the ending to A Game of Thrones.


The Boltons and the Lannisters don’t have the manpower to stop the White Walkers. Lord Bolton moves the bulk of his army south joining the Lannisters, leaving Winterfell in the hands of Ramsey. Seeing the Wildlings as his only means of survival, Ramsey tries to gain their loyalty by flaying their leaders. This only leaves his castle under siege when the army of the dead breach the wall. No one has the provisions and organization to fight them. Too many die, and rise again as White Walkers, making the army even larger. The remaining Wildlings retreat south only to be met by Lannister swords.

Meanwhile Cersei, acting as Queen Regent, does away with the Faith Militant, the monster she created, sparking unrest within King’s Landing. Lord Baelish gets Margaery out of the prison.

Daenerys wants the Iron Throne and finally has her ships. They land in the south escorted by her three dragons, the last two she’s placated with the blood of the Harpies of Meereen whom she’s not been able to control even with Tyrion as her advisor. However, the King Tommen under the urging of Cersei and Margaery refuses to bend a knee, thus starting a war between what is left of Bolton’s army, the Lannister’s army and the Unsullied. King Tommen and Margaery die by the teeth of the dragons while Cersei escapes. Both sides have their armies reduced in force by about half. The Targaryen once again rules King’s Landing and now has to deal with the onslaught of the White Walkers with an insufficient army.

Daenerys resorts to conscription, and this does not sit well with the population, and now growing more cynical she gives them a choice: fight or death. Daenerys makes peace with the Wildlings and gives them dominion over the North when the war is over.

Meanwhile Bran Stark has learned the dark secrets of the North from the spirits of the great tree. He has learned how to fly, and he has learned the secrets of The Others. He has learned that they are not invulnerable, that they are subject to control through a ritual. And he will need Melisandre to perform the ritual. Ramsay Bolton escaped from Winterfell during the battle and was trapped behind the lines. Hodor finds him and brings him to Bran where he is burned at the stake by Melisandre. A fitting end. However, this only allows Bran to control a small number of White Walkers because Ramsay wasn’t full royal blood. He needs someone like Cersei. Word of this vile experiment gets to Arya, who is now blind, and Sansa that their brother has become a monster.

Winter is brutal, the worst ever. Snow falls in King’s Landing and the White Walkers attack. Daenerys’ army makes one final stand, however Cersei talked Bolton into attacking King’s Landing and retaking the Iron Throne instead of lending his hand in battle against the White Walkers. The Walkers advance and despite the dragon fire, the dragon glass, and the Valyrian steel swords, the army of the south is being overrun.

Daenerys tries to fall back to King’s Landing, but Bolton’s army is there. She’s cut off. She’s on the battlefield, mortally wounded, her three dragons surrounding her, protecting her. Tyrion is shouting, “They’re all dead! Fall back to the harbor!” Daenerys is all alone. She passes out.

She finds herself on an altar far in the icy north. A child approaches. It is the same child that was brought to the altar as a baby early in Season 4.

“Wake up,” the child says.

Daenerys stirs. “Where am I?”

“In the Great Circle of the North, it is my home,” the child replies.

Daenerys sits up. “Who are you?”

“I am The Great Other,” he replies.

“I need to stop the White Walkers. Do you know how I can do that?” Daenerys asks.

“Perhaps. I created the White Walkers. They are my solution,” the child says while turning and walking away.

Daenerys stands and follows him, limping and holding the wound in her side. “Solution? Solution to what?”

“Chaos. You bring it on yourselves,” the child pauses and says. “Your civilizations start with small populations, struggling for survival, but eventually you figure out that trading for resources is more effective than war. However, your species is prone to greed. With this greed comes the desire for power, and to gain power you go to war. And the more inventive you become the more destructive your wars become. Eventually your wars would destroy the world. But we found a way to stop that from happening.”

Daenerys looks puzzled. “By wiping out human life?”

“No. Each long winter we emerge from the North to convert the more advanced human life into White Walkers leaving the most primitive alone just like we left your tribes alone the last time we were through,” he replied.

“I think we’d rather keep our own form.”

“You can’t. This cycle has repeated itself more times than you can imagine.”

Daenerys was getting angry. “But your taking away our hope, our freedom.”

“You have hope, more than you know,” the child said. “The fact that you are standing here, the first human ever proves my solution won’t work anymore.”

“So now what?” Daenerys asked.

“We find a new solution.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You are different than the others. You are ready,” he said and presents her with three circles. One red, one blue, and one green. “I know you want to destroy us.” In the red circle, the child shows Daenerys a vision of Jon Snow approaching an altar with a Valyrian steel dagger and plunging it into a White Walker and the Walker shatters. “But be warned, others will be destroyed as well. All those of the dragon race who made it possible for you to get here will also be destroyed. There are more than three dragons in this world.” Once the vision fades, there is an altar with a Walker laying on it and a Valyrian steel dagger.

“But there will be peace?”

“Yes, but the peace won’t last. Soon the wars will start anew and the chaos will begin again with nothing to stop it from destroying the world.”

Daenerys pauses “There has to be another way.”

“There is,” the child says. “You could try to control us.” In the blue circle, he shows her a vision of Melisandre burning Bran Stark at the stake. Once the vision is done, there is a stake with ice in the form of logs below it.

“So Bran Stark was right after all.”

“Yes, but he could never control us because we already controlled him.”

“But I can?”

“Yes, you will die. You will lose everything you have.”

“But the White Walkers will obey me?”

“Yes. There is another way: synthesis,” he said pointing to the green circle. “Add your energy to us joining The Others and Humans together creating a new life that will be in harmony with the world.”

“Wait. What?”

“You are of fire energy, the strongest ever. We are of ice. Our songs join together in a chorus of powerful magic, enough to transform all in the world into new life,” he said.

“But that will change everything. I don’t have that right.”

“You changed the lives of thousands in each city through which you passed. What gave you the right to do that?”

“They were being held slaves.”

“But there was a semblance of order. You left them in chaos. Many died.”

Daenerys sighed. “Tell me, will there be peace?”

“Never again will Walkers take humans,” he said. “You have a difficult choice to make and little time in which to make it.”

 

Daenerys stood still contemplating her choice and finally stepped into the green circle where a green fire shot out from her body into the night sky while she melted from existence. The image of Drogo appears smiling, then fades to Jorah nodding, then to her the images of her dragons flying. All human in the world was changed and became part Other and part human. The fighting stopped. The mindless dead army regained their sentience, and the humans looked at their skin, puzzled at their new appearance. The dragons flew back to their island leaving the people to decide their own fate. Tyrion Lannister looked up from the harbor in his new skin and knew his Queen sacrificed herself to save the world.

 

If you think I should send this to GRRM, let me know.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Okay, this is the finale for Act 1. First post is up. 

[Kel Riever]

I haven't posted because I'm least available during weekends and holidays. Apparently like most people

Being destroyed at work then put everything on slow burn. It shouldn't be as bad to start, but my busy season is coming up, starting about 2weeks into January. It won't be instant but will build until April then drop off for summer.

Anyway it'll go fine. Just as long as I can kick this 'vacation' stint

[Cknarf]

I wish I could say I haven't been posting because I've been busy. Okay, so maybe I have been a little.

 

Spoiler

Christmas eve and Christmas, respectively. Lol.

 

Still, I've had plenty of opportunities to write, but I just don't feeeeel like it. Not like I'm really involved in anything important, just some filler I have more or less abandoned at this point.

 

Good news, though. I finally got that Valkyrie. I'm so GTA poor right now it's not even funny.

[Kel Riever]

*stares at pictures*

Sign me up for black Thanksgiving (or Christmas) please!

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

I've had a "black Thanksgiving" years ago and they're f***ing awesome - that ain't no store-bought mac and cheese. I would have one every year. That's the s*** your grandma made with real cheese and there's fat floating on the top when they take it out of the oven. You fight over the scoop around the edge where it's kinda crusty. Mmmm - Mmmmm. Greens. Sweet taters. Turkey. Ham. I brought my famous Cajun style andouille sausage dressing made from real andoulle sausage I ordered from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. 

 

****

 

Good one Redbelle. We can work on her "loyalty mission" any time and should plan it together. Lawson is with Cerberus now. He thinks he's safe. Some of his old staff know he/s there, so there's your lead. Miranda does not know The Illusive Man has him sequestered on a station. Shepard is in prison in Vancouver, but we can visit her. Miranda is Captain of the Normandy.

[Cknarf]

Ha. There's a lake in my basement.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Gym is on the cargo deck. The same deck the crew does its training.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Now we await Anika's fate in surgery. 

 

Happy New Year everyone! 

 

Try not to get too wasted, Frank.

[Cknarf]

RB, Maj, happy new year. Like, earlier, 'cause ya'll are some hours ahead. I think. Europe and stuff.

 

The rest of ya, happy new year after me. But still kinda before me 'cause Kel's not back there with you guys. He's ahead of me. Oh my god, am I the only contributor* in Central time?

 

Happy new year Gabimauddib, wherever you are, with your early in the RP Quarian Arrin'uda who I liked. I think he may have actually died, since his last post was like, the last day he was ever on BSN. If so, RIP, bro. It would have been great. And Elara's author, you were cool too. Even though you were gone before I showed up. Ha. There was like this, biotic Quarian with an Irish family or some ****. What ever happened to that one? Perhaps I'm confused, I can't remember.

 

Aaaand I'm well on my way, Jules. I may or may not drunk skype Terca and pester him about writing Deidrus. Or Eteon, even. Hell, just a scene of the Audron doing absolutely nothing would be awesome. I don't really care.

 

If I'm still alive tomorrow, I'll write something. No promises but I still do, ya dig?

 

fireworks and *****

 

*lol

[Cainhurst Crow]

Happy new years everyone. XD

[TheMajonese]

No matter how much I drink, I can't have a hangover. I just have to sleep a few hours and everything's fine again.

 

Oh, and even though I'm late 13 hours; a happy new year to all of you!

[Kel Riever]

Happy New Year everybody. I'm going back to sleep

[Cknarf]

*groan*

 

Still alive. That's disappointing.

 

The wine is gone, I know that for sure. Where the bottle of Captain ended up, I honestly can't say. I'm going to assume that I finished it. My head hurts and it's not a headache. I remember falling down, but I can't remember where...

 

I had to throw out my couch.