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On 3/26/2016 at 11:50 PM, DigUpHerBones said:

All of the men who pretended to be Dragons, Stags, Kraken, and Trout were all long dead and gone, forgotten by time as a result of their game.  A lesson for future generations.

Nymeria then took her eyes away from her pack for a moment to glance back at Winterfell, in all of it's glory.  She could even recall the time Jon gave her Needle as a gift, several lifetimes ago. The Direwolf Banner lined the walls as they have for thousands of years, and will for thousands of more years to come, the only difference being the plain crown added to the neck of their sigil. 

As she closed her eyes for the last time, she knew this was their time.  A time for peace, a time for wolves.

 

 

 

 This is pretty good! Congrats!

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When the Others came, Westeros soon fell. They came in their reflective armor with their beam weapons and their flying dragons that they call "fighters." The Wall fell swiftly, torn asunder by what maesters would later call a thermonuclear explosion. The realms of Man could do nothing against the advancing armies of the Others. Steel against magic; it was a wonder that their ancestors had once defeated these foes, Jon thought.

What few survivors remained fled underground into a vast tunnel network to escape the Others. Still, contact with some areas was being lost every day as the Others searched for our hiding spots. A group of maesters from Oldtown led by Marwyn the Mage said they found some old texts from before the Long Night and are in the process of constructing some sort of device, or weapon of some sort. Day and night they've been toiling.

There is no hint that help will come from elsewhere.

As the remaining food dwindled, the survivors could only dream of better times, a dream of spring.

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On 3/23/2016 at 7:46 PM, Lord_Ravenstone said:

It'll be a 100 years in the future with Bran slowly dying as he's looking through the Weirwood at his family again back when they were happy and alive. 

He comes back to the present. He looks up into the darkness and whispers "I so wanted to become a knight". 

A tear rolls down his face as Bran Stark takes his final breath.

Not bad

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"At last, she could relax, secure on the Iron Throne.    She rested her eyes on the head of that little monster, her brother, impaled on a spike outside her bedroom window.  Even in death, the Imp continued to mock her, his lips curling upwards, as if it at some private joke at her expense.  She would have the foul thing taken down and burned.  All her enemies were dead;  the Targaryen bitch, the whore of Highgarden and her murderous grandmother, the Myrish slut who had befriended and then betrayed her, Lord Puff-Fish, the High Sparrow and his raddled hags.  All had died, even the brother she had loved, who had proved himself worthless at the end.  Even her children, faithless traitors that they had been.

She shivered, as she stared out of the windows of the royal apartments, across the charred wasteland that had once been Kings Landing.  What choice had she?  When the people rose against her, they had left her no option but to destroy the city with wildfire.  Thousands had died, but they had brought their fate on themselves.  She had no regrets.  She was a lioness.  The world would remember her name, Cersei the Great."

 

 

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And as the last of the Federal Empire's Ecological Engineering Corps Seedships broke orbit from around the sun, the people of Westeros saw only a great red comet, briefly flare and then fade into the long, dark night ....

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It will be a maester in Oldtown reading a message from Sam, who has returned to the Wall.

'Even after the great and costly battle before Castle Black, scattered groups of Others and their wights will occasionally hurl themselves against the wall.  Even as I write this, two of the others and a score of their wights emerge from the forest.  No, wait, make that...'

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