The next morning, he found the hooded stranger again. “Tell your masters,” Bronn said, “that if anyone brings another one of those foul things into Westeros, I’ll shove it so far up their arse they’ll see the Red Wedding in 144p.”
The Ragged Scream
Bronn drew his sword.
He had fought in battles. He had seen men die. But this—this ragged, low-quality ghost of a war—felt more obscene than the real thing. Because in this future, someone had turned the Dance of the Dragons into entertainment. Someone had compressed Stannis’s honor, Tyrion’s wit, and thousands of deaths into a grainy, skip-riddled file labeled GoT.S02E09.DTHrip.x264. game of thrones season 02 dthrip
He poured the rest of his ale onto the stone. It hissed. The next morning, he found the hooded stranger again
The stranger smiled. “That’s Season Three. You’ll want to pre-order.” He had seen men die
Bronn raised an eyebrow. “You’re mad.”