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  1. I disagree. I believe that the strength of Heresy is derived from the diversity of its MEMBERS and their contributions rather than the diversity of topics. I guess I was looking at it from a different perspective. I can understand exactly why you might say that if it’s broke then don’t fix it. And, technically speaking, you are correct. There is absolutely no problem with the Heresy Thread itself. As a matter of fact, it’s the standard of success imo. I’m more concerned with how the the rest of Westeros is impacting the Heretics. It’s slowly stifling creativity and fostering a sense of defensiveness here. We are now having to remind EACH OTHER that our head cannon is unproven. And it’s become increasingly difficult to offer a fresh perspective for discussion. Not because there aren’t any, but because there is so much resistance to overcome. And practically speaking, using one thread bulks everything all together and makes it difficult to review and build on existing information and ideas God Bless @wolfmaid7 for going through and creating a table of contents for the old threads. But is anyone even maintaining that? (I haven’t looked... Just did. It hasn’t been updated since Heresy 190) Not to mention that there are frequently ongoing discussions on more than one topic. It can get difficult to follow at times. I just know that I personally would like to have a larger surface to work with, but feel like there isn’t one available
  2. Why? If he isn’t interested in doing it I’m pretty sure he’s confident enough to tell us. I’m just expressing an opinion. Not issuing an edict. Besides, even if it’s not of interest to Black Crow it might be of interest to other Heretics. There kinda are a ton. ETA: Just the fact that none of us have killed one another here speaks volumes to his abilities. There’s only one original heresy.
  3. Actually. You know what ... This might actually have a solution ... Hey, @Ran Us Heresy peeps are some of your longest standing customers. I’m the new girl. I only joined a little over five years ago now. But this thread has been running since God was a boy now. Don’t you think loyalty deserves to be rewarded? Maybe it’s time for Heresy to get its very own dedicated sub-board? Possibly a mod somewhere? I mean c’mon Dude. Throw a Crow a bone here. ETA. Maybe as a gesture of goodwill let back some of the heretics who got banned for no really good reason over the years.
  4. Sorry all went to edit and accidentally quoted myself. Didn’t realize until I reposted. And now I can’t fix it since I can’t delete anything.
  5. I could. But I won’t. Not on this forum. I’ve got no time to deal with nasty comments over putting out an idea that’s not a fully formed theory. I mean I’m a big girl. I can ignore them. But I’d just rather not have to. I’ve had too much experience here with having to. Either that or leave the conversation.
  6. For the love of all that is holy. Is there not some way that we can find to contain ALL of the work that ALL of us have already done on some of this stuff where ALL of us actually have access to and divide the topics out a bit? I feel like I’m perpetually reinventing the wheel here.
  7. First. I think my mind is blown by the amount of work that went into not only designing that machine but in learning to play it. Second. I hope things go well for your friends and the recover well. Third. I seem to be the one having difficulty sticking with the topic at hand. I find myself looking for a random thoughts thread but we don’t have one thread here.
  8. I think this just gave me a whole new perspective on Lyanna.
  9. Did GRRM write his very own Rock Opera hidden in a morality tale hidden in a Sci Fi series hidden in a Fantasy Epic?
  10. It confuses me too. It’s somewhat eclectic. Sound like Sam and Gilly? ETA. Just be grateful that I’m not pulling out NIN to help describe it.
  11. Sorry all. I swear it’s like I somehow got stuck down a rabbit hole somewhere. I can’t seem to contain myself.
  12. Interesting... I just made the below post in a different thread about skin changing babies. What if that is the purpose of Bran? What if he is the ONLY one who can and that is why they looked for him for so long. I mean BtB is usually shown to be a child. Is Bran passing along knowledge to where he needs it to be before it should be known using just this method? Bran doesn’t yet know fear because he is the original Bran.
  13. Actually. Stole this from part of a post in Heresy 6... The fourth Bran's chapter, he is paralyzed. “It was just a lie,” he said bitterly, remembering the crow from his dream. “I can’t fly. I can’t even run.” “Crows are all liars,” Old Nan agreed, from the chair where she sat doing her needlework. “I know a story about a crow." “I hate your stupid stories.” The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. “My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.” [...] “I know a story about a boy who hated stories,” Old Nan said. [...] “I could tell you the story about Brandon the Builder,” Old Nan said. “That was always your favorite.” Thousands and thousands of years ago, Brandon the Builder had raised Winterfell, and some said the Wall. Bran knew the story, but it had never been his favorite. Maybe one of the other Brandons had liked that story. Sometimes Nan would talk to him as if he were her Brandon, the baby she had nursed all those years ago, and sometimes she confused him with his uncle Brandon, who was killed by the Mad King before Bran was even born. She had lived so long, Mother had told him once, that all the Brandon Starks had become one person in her head. “That’s not my favorite,” he said. “My favorites were the scary ones.” “Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.” “You mean the Others,” Bran said querulously. “The Others,” Old Nan agreed. “Thousands and thousands of years ago, a winter fell that was cold and hard and endless beyond all memory of man. There came a night that lasted a generation, and kings shivered and died in their castles even as the swineherds in their hovels. Women smothered their children rather than see them starve, and cried, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks.” Her voice and her needles fell silent, and she glanced up at Bran with pale, filmy eyes and asked, “So, child. This is the sort of story you like?” “Well,” Bran said reluctantly, “yes, only... Old Nan nodded. “In that darkness, the Others came for the first time,” she said as her needles went click click click. “They were cold things, dead things, that hated iron and fire and the touch of the sun, and every creature with hot blood in its veins. They swept over holdfasts and cities and kingdoms, felled heroes and armies by the score, riding their pale dead horses and leading hosts of the slain. All the swords of men could not stay their advance, and even maidens and suckling babes found no pity in them. They hunted the maids through frozen forests, and fed their dead servants on the flesh of human children.” Her voice had dropped very low, almost to a whisper, and Bran found himself leaning forward to listen. “Now these were the days before the Andals came, and long before the women fled across the narrow sea from the cities of the Rhoyne, and the hundred kingdoms of those times were the kingdoms of the First Men, who had taken these lands from the children of the forest. Yet here and there in the fastness of the woods the children still lived in their wooden cities and hollow hills, and the faces in the trees kept watch. So as cold and death filled the earth, the last hero determined to seek out the children, in the hopes that their ancient magics could win back what the armies of men had lost. He set out into the dead lands with a sword, a horse, a dog, and a dozen companions. For years he searched, until he despaired of ever finding the children of the forest in their secret cities. One by one his friends died, and his horse, and finally even his dog, and his sword froze so hard the blade snapped when he tried to use it. And the Others smelled the hot blood in him, and came silent on his trail, stalking him with packs of pale white spiders big as hounds-” The door opened with a bang, and Bran’s heart leapt up into his mouth in sudden fear, but it was only Maester Luwin, with Hodor looming in the stairway behind him. The same chapter, Yoren tells that Benjen is missing. All Bran could think of was Old Nan’s story of the Others and the last hero, hounded through the white woods by dead men and spiders big as hounds. He was afraid for a moment, until he remembered how that story ended. “The children will help him,” he blurted, “the children of the forest!”
  14. Holy Fück. It’s not Jon. It’s Bran. He’s the ONLY ONE who CAN. That’s why it was so important to get him there. He is the greenseer that brings balance and can be released from the trees to different bodies. That’s why we have the story of Bran the Builder. It is our Bran. And he is taking over the children for just this reason.
  15. Crap. I think I might want Some of George’s collection.... Pretty sure this ones represented too. And possibly some Fleetwood Mac? Heart?
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