HI everyone!

I hope you all had a merry Christmas.

I had planned on releasing this story a day before or yesterday but unfortunately i encountered many problems plus my much needed attention to other personal matters.

but other then that i wished you all had a wonderful Christmas or Hanukkah if your Jewish. Or what other holiday you had.

Continue to Keep safe.

Anyway onto the story.

Westeros plays Battlefield 1

Back in the cinema where everyone's favourite world of schemers, warriors and kings were all gathered yet again at the behest of their unseen patron and god like entity.

Yet again they were called upon to answer a challenge to test their skills. Courage. And faith to what horrors thrills and adventures that awaited them now.

"You do realise we can all hear you talking to yourself?" spoke the voice of Jamie Lannister, as he and everyone one gathered and ready to sit down, looked up into the ceiling with confused and deadpan looks.

The auth- no their host quickly reasserted himself after that embarrassing display "Ahem… sorry. I thought I was thinking that in my head." He commented, a long pause as all continued to stare up with confounded looks "…Anyway. I got something new for you."

Robert was the first to jump to his feet with excitement of what their host had for them "If it's like that Batman game. Then put the controller in my hand let me at em!"

A balk of laughter boomed throughout the room, as only one bodiless voice let short chortle "Your enthusiasm is always refreshing your grace. Now I'm sure your wondering what game I have in store for you to test your mettle?" he asked, with many wondering and eager to see what new challenges and games he had for them "Tell me… do you like fighting?"

"Yes!" Robert let out, a grin already working on his face as he clutched his drink and food tightly in his hands.

"Do you like the challenge of taking an uphill battle?"

"Yes!" even tighter his fists clinched, and even wider his eyes and lips went as he grinned like a mad man.

"Do you like to laugh in the face of death? Do you dare to challenge him and spit right in his face as you conquer and fight your way into hell on earth!?"

"Seven Hells YES!" Robert exploded with excitement, his fists ultimately crushing his beverages and foods but he did not care as he was already pump up on trying out what it was that their host had described for them.

"Then come right up and take your spot brave king." Upon the stage, a lone light shined down upon a familiar lazy chair with the game controller on it. Robert pushed and moved his way up to the stage and took his place with his hands automatically taking their position as they held the controller before him.

But before they could start, their host gave onto a piece of advice for them to later reflect on once it all starts. "But I must warn you…All of you. That what you are about to see here might change you. You will see the courage of conviction of fellow men and women as you play their adventures in an environment based on a War that had happened in an alternate earth. A war that cost the lives 40 million men and women. Soldiers and civilians alike."

"A war that destroyed empires. Toppled dynasties and forged new kingdoms and countries from those fought, bled and died for a better world. A war to end all wars as the world suffered under the desolation of war."

His words echoed in their mind, as they have seen war first hand and the casualties that comes with it.

But what they were about to see, was war brought in its worst.

"My friends… I give you." as the lights dimmed till darkness swallowed up the large room with the only source of light being the main projector that shined from a black screen "Battlefield one!"

The cinema quieted down as the big screen began to play.

Writing came up in the darkness of the screen.

Electronic Arts Presents.

A Dice Production.

The scene opened up to a bright day as the sun shined its bright rays through a half opened double door window beside a metal bed frame.

Slowly the camera lowered down and soon the face of an African American man came into view.

Lying in bed undisturbed even as the camera switched to being directly over him as he lay there, soundly asleep.

But then he began to stir, his face twisted into a variety of expression as his head shifted in the pillow.

He appeared to be in distress, and then from the bottom of the camera's line of sight a pale hand reached up and touched him on the shoulder before camera was suddenly in his face as his eye's snapped open.

For that single second before everything changed as the light upon his eyes was different and they were even more fearful and destressed than ever.

He then was pulled up from the mud and away from the flaming wreckage behind him as he was pulled to his feet and stood amidst the chaos of battle.

All around him was chaos as men fought viciously with one and another on such muddy terrain, they used what they had to bash and beat the other to death. Rocks, spades, spiked clubs and bayonetted rifles were used upon this savage and desperate melee.

Some even went with their fists when their weapons were knocked aside.

And all the while the same African man stood amidst this violent slaughter, now holding a rifle in his hands before the screen faded to black.

Upon the black background, words illuminated from that darkness.

Battlefield 1 is based upon events that unfolded over one hundred years ago.

More than 60 million soldiers fought in "The War to End All Wars".

It Ended Nothing.

Yet it changed the world forever.

What Follows is frontline combat.

You are not expected to survive.

"We're Surrounded!" the man yelling at the screen said as behind him, other soldiers were dragging their wounded away as treading metal box pushed forward through the muddy and ground and towards the desolate lands ahead.

Fire and smoke could be seen in all directions along with the scares of battle never before seen.

Trees as far as the eye can see, bare of limb and leafs, and scorched upon the body with several split or riddled with bullet holes.

Robert being used to the controls by now pushed his left thumb against the left analog stick and forced his character to move and follow the man, all the while taking in the scenery as he saw this battle scared land before him.

Rubble sinking deep into the mud as bricks and stones of what was once houses grounded into the dirt with what remained standing of a home being walls and destroyed windows.

This was a harsh environment he was thrown into as he met up with the solider who took his position along another.

"They're Coming!" the earth shook as before them, fire and smoke exploded, the earth was wounded as artillery shells bombarded the land, never getting any closer than the rounds that hit their limited reach from the defenders.

Only a few made their marks in destroying what they could and leaving only flames in their wake.

A sharp whistle went out high "Here they come! Fire at will!" immediately the entire garrison shot at the incoming army of soldiers.

Robert took cover and began to shoot back, the king himself was quickly immersed in the fighting to register that this was more than just a simple video game.

His subjects, friends and family took notice more easily than he did over the facts given to them by both their host and the game prior to the king fighting off the endless assault of troops charging at them.

They noted how the enemy came at them with full conviction and courage in their charge against them much like the men on their side fighting with the King's controlled character.

In previous games this was not a one side against an evil force or opposition of tyranny.

This was a war.

A war where good and evil was based on who fought whom.

Many of the old veterans during the early days of the mad king when they rebelled, they fought to free themselves from the mad rule of the tyrant. They fought for freedom, but later in their years they reflected and come to know that they enemy, those that fought for the Targaryen saw them as rebellious traitors while they were the true and righteous loyalists.

They watched as Robert fought to hold the line.

The king getting a feeling he had not felt since his earlier rebellion.

When fighting an uphill battle with just his Warhammer, this battle projected the seemingly hopelessness of fighting this endless battle as men after men charged from the unseen horizon.

Robert shot back, unloading quantities of his ammo till his primary weapon was out, and then his character automatically switched to his pistol. A little less fire power and rate of fire then Robert would've liked, but he made due, as the king of the seven kingdoms hid and attacked only when he could.

His better aim then the rest of the soldiers that were dying around him had held the advance off but with his main gun out, the enemy was slowly getting closer.

As they got closer Robert was getting hit. The damage built up over time yet the king was determined not to die…but it was fruitless as they charged through every opening and the king had emptied his last clip.

The world slowed and the screen tinted red and all Robert could do was watch as his character fell, dying to the onslaught as the camera panged way from the falling body. But as it did writing came up much to Roberts's confusion as it lit up and display words arranged in a name as clear as day with dates ending at the end.

Clarence Point Coupee 1900-1918

The king and the audience were left stumped.

Not confused but rather solemn that the character Robert was playing was no more than a young lad, from the date of his birth to his death he was 10 and 8 when he went to war.

They did not need to know why he went, only listen as new voice spoke through the chaos in a young man's tone that carried with it a weight that cannot be lifted.

"We came from all over the world, so many of us thinking this war would be our rite of passage, our great adventure." The camera took them further back then the line Robert was fighting in and put him in a new position up on a small hill where he automatically manned a machine gun nest over a trench just below him "Let me tell you, it was no adventure."

"Flame Trooper!" a man cried out, as below Robert, him and his fellow westerosi could see fire shooting out in a long stretch of earth, catching those unfortunate enough to be caught within its breath.

Such sight was best described in the tales of old when dragons were said to have lived and tamed by the near extinct house of Targaryen during their golden years.

Stories of how their terrible power came from their ability to breathe fire so intense that it would turn a man to ash in just seconds of being caught in the long reach of this terrible power.

Now they see this power unleashed by a new weapon that brought the legends to life as many who were there during the day of Aerys Targaryen remembered the terrible screams and death brought on by Aerys maddening obsession with Wildfire that saw much use on those suspected of treason or just unlucky enough to catch the kings eye.

Those that were there in his dreaded court were forced to remember as the familial cries of men screaming out in anguish as they burned alive.

Robert quickly snapped out of his awe of terror and unleashed hell upon the germen troops starting with the flame trooper.

He switched from the different trench after trench hole as he kept the enemy at bay and from entering into their grounds.

The roars and cries of another prompted Robert to snap his head up and beheld with growing wide eyes as large zeppelin came into view for everyone to see.

A large airship as best describe to the medieval lords and folk floated in the air above the battleground, no sea worthy vessel could match it in size or even come close to being half of it.

Bolts of light which were of course its heavy flak rained down upon the battlefield with large impacts , one of the gun climbed along the ground and towards Robert where they destroyed his gun nest and sent his character flying back.

Fortunately he was not dead but the damage to his gun nest had destroyed their only defence to the ruined church they were in.

"They're getting through, rally at the church, we have to hold there!" command their officer as Robert was now armed with a shotgun.

Though this did little for the king who was no longer fighting a battle but trying to survive it. An onslaught of germen troops poured in from every opening around him, men fell all around both the enemy of his fellow soldiers in this chaotic battle where everywhere he turned there was either an enemy or an ally.

But he did not survive as flame troopers came in and bathed the entire church in fire from every angle.

James Johnson 1892-1918

Again another life lost at 26 years old and as the camera panged away from the overrun church, the young voice once more narrated over the chaos and battle below.

"New killing machines, like the tank, changed the shape of the war overnight. Luckily they were mostly on our side, mostly." A few metres away the camera dropped onto a new character where they saw through his eyes as he got into the rolling metal behemoth that was a tank.

Roberts sight now limited to the view of the tank's side gun of its left side "Our boys in the church are overrun, we need to push through!" cried out the tank officer as the metal machine of death began to move and push through the thick muddy terrain with ease.

And as they moved, Robert saw many of the soldiers limping back, clutching their wounds and with few carrying some in stretchers away from the battle.

As they moved, Robert got a good look inside the destroyed church to see the very men that had killed him previously were still there.

"Use that Emma Gee! Sweep the ground!" the officer instructed and Robert wasted in time in firing at what he could while they were still moving. To the point where he even began to shoot the broad side of what remained of the church as they continued to move around it and soon he was mowing down the retreating germen forces as they ran back now that the heavy armour was pushing through. "Keep going Driver!"

"That's our flyboys up there!" the Driver exclaimed as Robert snapped his gun forward and then up as he caught a glimpse in the sky that amazed both he and his fellow westerosi as they now saw what it was that the driver shouted about.

In the sky, to what the westerosi could best describe before they lost view was large birds in soring in the sky in large groups without angling or flapping their wings.

"Keep your eyes on the ground, son!" the officer instructed the driver to remain focus, as they followed after another of one of the landships, they encounter little resistance as the germen infantry continued to fall back to safer ground, all the while being gun down by the treading behemoths that continued to push past their gained ground.

"Forward! For King and country!" the officer gave out a rally cry. The western lords could hear the conviction and utter devotion in his words as he cried them out, it was quite inspiring to hear especially with the follow up declaration "We'll chase Fritz all the way back to Belin!" as they continued to now push straight into German controlled land.

"Incoming." The tank in front of them exploded, halting their advance "Field gun took her apart!" Cried out the driver that stated the obvious of an anti-Tank gun ahead of the small hill that protected them from its fire. "We're just a big fat target for that thing!" the driver cried out in panic as he drove the tank as fast as he could out of the way.

"Move Driver! Go around!" the officer commanded as they went around the small hill "If you get a clear shot on that blasted field gun you take it!" he shouted at Robert's controlled character as they pushed up the muddy mound and towards a collapsed house where what remained of it being the exposed wooden roof beams that stood strong.

"Hold on! We're pushing through!" their tank charged at what was left of the structure and proved that nothing could stop it as it ploughed and destroyed its way through, destroying what was left of the house as the beams split and broke under the weight of the tanks treads, even stone fell and crumbled under the crushing force of the tank as they flanked around the gun that was pointed in the direction of where they came.

"There on the left!" the driver called out as Robert saw the gun that was dangerous to them; on the screen familiar instructions came and told the king what to do.

As he pressed the button, the cursor on the screen changed and Robert levelled the gun at the Field gun and when the cursor was just on it, he pulled the trigger. The King was thrown back by the recoil he felt through the controller as previous machine gun he had been using was transformed into powerful tank gun that in one shot destroyed the exposed field gun and anything else around it.

Even nearby troops were killed by the blast radius and pieces of debris sent flying from the explosive shot of the tank's cannon.

With the gun destroyed, the tank moved on "Lets Open a path for our lads!" they pushed on through, met up with another tank that was not destroyed on the strong push through Germen lines "Move up with the rest of the armour!" they began their track through No man's land.

Barbed wires that connected between the poles that impaled into the earth, beside them as they crush wire and rock under their treads, the infantry ran up alongside them. Small shell fire littered the ground; destroying the tank in front of them as they continued the push "Push on damnit!" they continue to push in deeper "We're almost through. Fire at anything that moves!" they continued to force the germens back as they gained deeper ground, passing a bunker as they continued on, chasing the retreating Germen forces into their lands.

"We're gonna make it!" the driver boasted as they chased their enemy deeper into their grounds.

But this is where it ended for them as the screen went black for a second before appearing in third person view of the tank "Shit!" the officer cried out as he saw beforehand the shells coming in "Incoming!" he yelled out as from the sky like bolts of light that smashed into the ground around them before hitting its mark and destroying them all within their iron and steel machine.

John Davidson 1894 -1918

This was the end for the advancing armour as it exploded in bits of debris leaving a flaming wreckage filled with the corpses of the brave men that led the counter charge.

"Instead of adventure we found fear, and in war the only true equalizer is death." The camera again panged towards another a few feet away from the destroyed tank at the bunker it had previously passed.

There a sharp whistle rang out a thick cloud of green smoke poured into the field, the greenish colour gave the impression that this smog was not natural nor was it safe as everyone saw those caught within the body of this sickly looking cloud began to choke.

Clutching their throats and coughing out quantities of blood as they fall to the ground dying.

Robert's character immediately put on his gas mask before the king took control and soon the battle begun as men charged into and from out of the foul toxic cloud. Bayonets rose as they speeded towards one and another with others following after with what weapons they held high from hatchets to knives and even spades were used in the frantic melee.

The king himself now armed with a machine gun began to open fire in this chaotic small field as his shot at anything that could move, be they friend or foe Robert couldn't tell as the thick cloud and the low light of the day render any chance of telling the colours apart.

But overhead there was a new objective that told him to try and survive though this ordeal as he rushed into the fray like a mad man. He punch a hole into the germen line as he shot left and right where ever he could.

However while the mask protected him from the deadly effects of the gas, it also blinded him as the camera turned around and he watched as he was run through by a bayonette.

Theodore Panola 1889 – 1918

"WHAT!?" Robert cried out in disbelief as his screen faded to darkness with another name and date of birth to death appeared before him.

But all was not lost as Robert continued to play with the camera flying another not far by whose mask was now off as the thick cloud of gas was now gone.

Now knowing that he wasn't going to lose, Robert once more threw himself into the fight, though… his choice of weapons were lacking as he now wielded a rifle.

Accurate but less the rate of fire the king of the seven kings desired as he took shots one at a time with each shot forcing him to reload as he took aim.

"Airship coming down!" all heard the cry ring out and Robert's curiosity forced him to stop shooting and direct his view to the sky above.

There, the large floating behemoth in the sky was in flames. Burning bright like the sun and falling to earth in a great big fire, despite the enormous size of the burning wreck it fell slowly to the ground compared the other things in the sky that fell much more faster then it.

Roberts awe brought about his second death as without warning his screen view was surrounded in flames and it all turned red before he died.

Gene Parks 1886 -1918

The camera flew away, showing that Robert was burned alive by a flame trooper he did not see that continued to pour forth flames onto the battlefield.

Yet before Robert could get back into the combat, he was shoved to the ground and could only watch as the one responsible stood over him with a spade but a cry halted him "Artillery!" all stopped and looked forward as heavy bombardment came at them in large rows of explosions on the field before they came "Get down!"

The screen went to black at they were hit close.

But this was short as all now saw through the eyes of the soldier as he picked himself up from the dirt, through blurry vision that began to clear he looked around the field of burning embers and destroyed field around him.

He stood amidst a field of corpses…. But he was not alone as he looked around and spun to see that there was also another who had survived the bombardment.

He was no ally.

The camera switched to a 3rd person view to show the soldier from the intro levelling his gun at the Germen man with the same being done by the other at him. "They Push…We push."

No shot was fired as both men just simply stared at each other amidst the drizzle of raindrops that fell, surrounded by the bodies of their fallen comrades, brothers and friends in arms. They continued to stand there, not a move to attack or fire at the other, soon the sun began to piece through the veil of the clouds and onto them "Every once in a while, we push hard enough that the light breaks through the clouds-" the long stance had them both looking at the other, more relaxed with the germen soldier lowering his rifle just a bit and staring at what was once his enemy. His face speaking a silent message that the other conveyed and did the same till they both no longer were staring as enemies of their nation. The African British soldier let out a smile of relief and let himself fall into the moment of where there was no war between them as they stood within a mud bit of bodies and blood "So the world beyond the war glimmers just out of reach."

A new scene opened up to vast land of sands and deserts with a lone rider riding through the sand dunes "The war is the world and the world is the war." The scene went back to a familiar field as men climbed out from the trenches to following as a lone gas masked man wielding a spiked club charged into the hail of bullets.

"But behind every gun sight is a human being." Then it showcased a man easily seen as aged with a hunter's hat folded up from the side, he stared back into the camera as though he was looking right at them "We are those people."

A train charged and destroyed its way through two vehicles.

A man sitting in a tank bless himself as he touched and made a cross sign against his body from head to chest then shoulder to shoulder as a religious sign of protection "We are the jaded and we are the naïve." Men charging into kill zone without fear or doubt.

Two brothers giving each other a hopeful goodbye "We are the honourable and the criminal." To a man swinging a plank down upon another as they stood in the midst of a burning field.

A young Caucasian male in Arabian garments who would later become a known Lawrence of Arabia "We are the bound for legend and we are the lost to history." The freedom fighting Arabian tribes cheering around a derailed train wreck.

"We are the knights in the sky," the aeroplanes cut through the air like above the charge of men and tanks like majestic metal birds. "The Ghost in the desert," in the dark desert, a woman of Arabic descent with tribal tattoos looked onto horizon "And the rats in the mud." Finally to reveal two men falling to their knees in the ditches.

"These are our stories."

-westeros cinema-

In the cinema room.

The entire populous of the westerosi and all other characters of the game of thrones universe were flabbergasted by what they witnessed.

Many of the veteran lords and knights. Men who went and survived through the horrors of war and lost many of friends and family through such horrible strife.

Many if not all fought with the utter conviction in the righteousness of their cause, against traitors and long term enemies of the kingdom or house.

These young men were like them.

Young and foolish. Dreaming of glories when they have yet to know the horrors of war.

To take that next step from men to murders as they kill fathers, sons and make widows and mothers weep, and children orphans.

Some are able to dull or push through the guilt or ignore it entirely but there are others who aren't able to bury the shame and guilt that came with burying not just them but also those whom you called brothers during those dark days.

Ser Barristan Selmy amongst a few others who in their youths sought fame and glory, to make their names legend for such great feats. He himself ending the long standing war between the main house of Targaryen and their traitorous bastard house of Blackfyre by slaying Maelys the Monstrous and ending the Line of BlackFyre and cementing the undisputed rule of the house of Targaryen to the Iron Throne until Robert's Rebellion.

Men like him looked back on those days of youth with a much wiser and solemn clarity, the burden of weight upon them they carried knowingly as they did so under the guise of duty and honour that made them take that blade.

For men like Robert who thirst for more adventures and thrills of combat were given a reality pill, the former thrills of battle were not sour in their mouths. The king himself now bearing witness to horrors far worse then what his rebellion and the rebellion of the Greyjoys were not as glorious as he thought them to be. This game was a big eye opener despite how adventurous and great it was, it showcased the heroism and bravery these men, sometimes young boys even that went off to war in search of adventure and doing their duty to their country only to see the hell that they willingly threw themselves in.

Most would never get to see their friends and family again, dying in the mud with most if not all of their corpses never making it back home.

The First World War was terrible event marked in human history for the great amount of lives lost in what was supposed to be the war to end all wars. Of the lives destroyed, of the battles fought and the hells these men went through.

Young men like Robb stark and his Half-brother (Cousin) Jon gained more insight and wisdom then they would ever get in their young lives about the true desolation and actions of war.

However people like everyone's favourite s sociopath and shitstain prince of the seven kingdoms Joffrey were more interested in the bloody violence and massacre. His devious and sick little mind dreaming of acquiring those weapons of war, including the most insidious and heinous weapons ever employed.

He delighted in the destruction and mayhem those weapons wrought, of the bloody carnage these weapons of destruction were capable of. Far better than the primitive tools and crossbows they world has.

All in all he really wasn't affected by the terror or the hardships these men endure.

He is a typically psychotic shit.

Still there was much more to come for the people of Westeros.

Much more courage, honour and sacrifice that they will see as the story continues.

Done.

I hope you enjoyed that.

anyway before the omake, gonna let you know in advance that the next chapter will be a short music related activity that your favourate cast will be reacting to.

no they won't be singing before their peirs but rather listen to some live or otherwise music videos of century's greatest hits, bands and singers.

already decided what's coming next so if any of you have any requests for music, namely singers and their songs or music videos reveiw, and i'll try to make it happen.

now onto the omake which i'm sure many of you can relate to.

Omake: Robert plays online.

Robert had never been at a point of both anger and exhaustion in his entire life.

Truly the warrior king who had conquered in two wars had finally met his match as he fought a tiring battle that mocked him at every point as he tried and failed to win a simple fight.

…Much less stay alive for less than a minute before he died again, came back and then died again.

It was pure hell as the king was all but pulling the hairs on his head in frustrations as his team lost yet another control point to the enemy who was easily dominating them in this match.

Now some would chalk it up to bad coordination and team cooperation….that was most the majority of his problems, the others that came with it were their own method of torture that slowly destroyed Robert's sanity.

Every game has that one player with a voice so high in pitch and high in volume, that one player that just so happens to be a young child. Screaming to the top of his lungs as just coincidentally was also on Robert's team and suffering the same fate as the king himself.

This ladies and gentlemen is what in the gaming community likes to refer to as a toxic squeaker.

The ban on ears and patience to all who dare to play online competitive games.

"WHAT THE FUCK! GUYS GET TO APPLES!" Screamed the terrible shriek of the squeaker, its ear bleeding banshee like wail full of profanities that no kid of his sounding age should be using.

Robert at times had to pull his mic away from his ear that was ringing in pain from the high pitch wails of his teammates.

"OI! Watch your mouth lad." Robert chastised the boy but this only added fuel to the fire and all of it now directed at him.

"F ~# YOU! YOU F ~&* ~ F~ :~! Your mother was a fat ass W ~*&% and she likes to come over her and suck my ~:{!" Robert was utterly speechless.

Now it wasn't because of anger. Though he certainly now was boiling with blood at what the little shit said about his parent.

Nay his paused stupor was the cause of his shocked state at the child's profane obscenities that he had heard being hurled at him. Never before had Robert been cursed at with obscene remarks, even before he was a king.

But despite all of that, his Baratheon temper was quick to rear its head. With face so read that it looked like his head was about to explode, he unleashed upon the boy a strong retaliation.

"Now listen here you motherless Bastard!" Robert started as he held the microphone to his mouth "I am the last person you want to fuck with. I have at my disposal an army of men ready and willing to kill for me at a moment's notice and I will more than gladly use them to find where your fucking ass is! And when they find you, I will more than gladly come over to where you live and deal with you how I deal with every snot nose little bastard that thinks he can step up to me!"

Now most of these encounters with a toxic squeaker, the end don't always settle out peacefully or with the squeaker letting this go with a retort full of mad, blind and untellable swears at the person who spoke back to them.

But this time "WWWAAAAHHH! MOMMY!" the squeaker broke into cry as the sound of his head set being ripped off and his wailing cry's fading as he disappeared deeper into his house.

For that moment of blessed silence, Robert felt like an ass as he had gone and made a little kid cry until-

"Finally!/ Yes he's gone!/ way to go man!/ finally! My ears felt like they were going to fall off." The entire game exploded with the roars and claps of the other players that also suffered under the brutal oppression that all players unfortunately have to suffer when caught in a match with one of the worst players in competitive gaming.

In the cinema room with him, a mixed cocktail of emotions bounced through the room.

"What are we watching?" Renly asked his older brother as they were compelled to continue watching their eldest sibling rather hilarious beginnings as the fat king struggled to stay alive in this chaotic and unpredictable battlefield where he was shot from a 100 yards away by an unseen sniper in the rocks or at the very end of the map.

"I don't know… but I can't look away." Stannis replied as he watched as Robert cursed as he was yet again being shot by the same guy making a killing spree in sniping him from his long distant position.

Wow...Robert really laid into that kid... but hey, some of you may or may not say that he deserves it. your opinions but I'm sure that many of you have have encounters with toxic players screaming in your ears like wailing banshees.

Along with playing that game that we love and yet hate at the same time.

Anyway next chapter will be short and already picked.

Hope you all wait patiently also no my star wars fic is not dead as its chapter is nearly complete. just filling in a few holes and details that need to be buff in.