Most Certainly Uncertain

This is the RIVERLANDS we BETRAY OURSELVES FOR NOTHING and DIE in our THOUSANDS NAMELESS and PURPOSELESS and FORGOTTEN BY THE NARRATIVE in the MUD and they will SING NO SONGS OF IT take your sensitive ass back to the reach!!!!!!!

and in this is the great castle harrenhal cursed by the ghosts of its laborers who died in chains whose blood is in the very mortars of the keep any different from the huts of the smallfolk whose dirt and mortar and bricks come from the mud slaked by the lifeblood of the thousand thousand nameless casualties of every war fought there. is it different from the mud of the riverbank. is the land itself not hungry is it not haunted.

an interest passing feels like being abandoned by the evil spirit that had taken possession of your body

pulling out hanks of grass and sighing listlessly. i kind of miss being posessed. isn't there an evil spirit somewhere that wants to possess meeee

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

Now a functionally suicidal character saying “I will live for you”. Now that’s a dynamic I can sink my teeth into.

now how about a functionally suicidal character saying "I will sell hot dogs for you"

Hotdog vender lays down their life to protect their suicidal partner, who then takes over the hotdog stand to carry on their memory...

It's like talking to a 2010 Old Spice commercial with you people