I've taken to watching Game of Thrones on endless evenings alone when The One is at band practice.
Five complete seasons of the series landed in our laps unexpectedly more than a year ago; I discovered those by chance when I was bored and disinterestedly rifled through the contents of our backup drive somewhere in July. Since then I've eaten through half the series with increasing enthusiasm.
How I yearn to wield a longsword and calmly behead or disembowel enemies the way those people do! On top of that, commanding a pet dragon to emit dragonfire would easily eliminate any nemeses. Sadly, we live in civilised and unmagical times; murderous rage is greatly frowned upon even when daily provocation justifies it.
Long ago when I was a timid, troubled teenager at the end of high school, a sage psychiatrist suggested that I use my words as my weapon. He wrote down a formula to utilise when engaging enemies. I've never applied it much but I still know the mechanics.
Question is, how do you overthrow an aggressive self-proclaimed nemesis that uses the same formula?
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