Salafi Stannis Posted August 28, 2014 Share Posted August 28, 2014 Well we know that AAR sacrificed what he loved, Nissa Nissa, and we also know that Hot Pie loves baking, so when he bakes something we can say he loves it, and he sacrifices it when he eats it. The word "Hot" in Hot Pie's name is very important, as the only thing that can defeat the Others' cold is something hot. He is born of salt and smoke, as he became AAR when he was baking, adding salt to his food and we all know that there is smoke when you bake. We can also say that his oven is his Nissa Nissa, which he will have to sacrifice in exchange for a larger oven which he can use to bake more pies to defeat the Others. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Blizzardborn Posted August 29, 2014 Share Posted August 29, 2014 Sorry to burst your bubble here, but this has already been discussed. You can probably find the thread easily by using the "search" feature. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Game Of Thrones Posted August 29, 2014 Share Posted August 29, 2014 You're wrong.Moon Boy is Azor Ahai Reborn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Burning down the House Posted August 29, 2014 Share Posted August 29, 2014 You're wrong.Moon Boy is Azor Ahai Reborn.You're wrong. Moon Boy is the three eye crow. Hot Pie is a secret Targ.It is known. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
King of Vaes Tolorro Posted August 29, 2014 Share Posted August 29, 2014 How? Why??????????WHo is Hot Pie that he should be Azor Ahai?!!! HE sells pies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lykos Posted August 29, 2014 Share Posted August 29, 2014 Because:The Transfixed Black in the snow and fog,at the great lighted airshaft, their bums rounded,on their knees, five little ones - what anguish! -watch the baker making the heavy white bread.They see the strong white arm that shapesthe grey dough and sets it to bake in a bright hole.They listen to the good bread cooking.The Baker with his fat smile hums an old tune.They are huddled together, not one of them moves,in the waft of air from the red vent, warm as a breakfast.And when, for some midnight breakfast,plaited like a brioche, the bread is taken out;When, under the smoky beams, the fragrant crusts hiss,and the crickets sing; how this warm hole breathes life!Their souls are so ravished under their rags,They feel life so strong in them, poor frozen Jesuses,that they all stay, sticking their little pink snoutsagainst the wire netting, grunting things through the holes,quite stupid, saying their prayers, and bending downtowards those lights of opened heaven so hard,they split their trousers, and their shirt tails flutter in the winter wind. Rimbaud All hail Hot Pie, the transfixer!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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