George R. R. Martins letter to From Software

Mi-Mi-Miya *sputters as he loses oxygen*MITSUBISHI-san, I am a VERY busy man, you must understand*eats*I am as of late working quite diligently on my newest book, The*fart*The WINDS of Winter, *sweats loudly*I have only so much time to devote to your little electronic amusement. *hacks up chicken bone* But what I find TRULY egregious, based on the material you have provided me, and*belches*based on your PREVIOUS work, is the complete lack of believable World-Building. In particulaaaaaaaarrrrrr *heart stops beating for 20 seconds*the complete LACK of any description of Lord Gwyn, who is a KING I suppose*snort*having ANY kind of discernible tax policy! His capital, Anal London I believe you so quaintly named it*chuckles*seems to be quite grandiose, aye? But how does he PAY for it all? Flying buttresses ah yes, great big knights patrolling around, who pays for THOSE?*urine stain slowly spreads on shorts*You’ve got to THINK about these things, man, or else I won’t get any work done at all!*falls into diabetic coma*

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  1. Mi-Mi-Miya *sputters πŸŒ‹ as he πŸ‘₯ loses πŸ’” oxygen*MITSUBISHI-san, I πŸ‘ am a VERY πŸ€πŸ‘Œ busy πŸ‘€ man πŸ‘¦, you πŸ‘ˆ must πŸ”’πŸ™ understand*eats*I am as of late πŸ’€ working 😩😫πŸ’ͺ quite πŸ“Ί diligently πŸΉπŸ›‘ on πŸ”› my newest πŸ†•πŸ§—β€β™‚οΈ book πŸ“š, The*fart*The WINDS πŸŒ¬πŸ’¨πŸŒΏ of Winter β„πŸŒ¬, *sweats πŸ˜… loudly*I have only so much πŸ”₯ time ⏰ to devote πŸ™‡ to your πŸ‘‰ little πŸ‘ŒπŸ˜©πŸ˜€ electronic πŸ“Ί amusement πŸ‘Œ. *hacks πŸ€“ up ☝ chicken πŸ£πŸ” bone ☠* But πŸ‘ what I πŸ‘ find πŸ”Ž TRULY πŸ’― egregious, based βœŠπŸ‘Œ on πŸ”› the material πŸ˜† you πŸ‘ˆ have provided πŸ€”πŸ’­ me, and*belches*based on πŸ”› your πŸ‘‰ PREVIOUS β¬… work 🏒, is the complete 🚫 lack πŸ…± of believable πŸ™ World-Building. In particulaaaaaaaarrrrrr *heart ❀ stops πŸ›‘ beating πŸ‘ŠπŸ˜΅ for 20 πŸ”³ seconds*the complete 🚫 LACK πŸ“‰ of any description πŸ‘Ώ of Lord πŸ™ Gwyn, who is a KING πŸ‘‘ I πŸ‘ suppose*snort*having ANY kind πŸ™ of discernible tax πŸ’° policy πŸ’‘! His πŸ’¦ capital πŸ’°, Anal πŸ˜‰πŸ‘πŸ•³ London πŸŒ‡ I πŸ‘₯ believe πŸ™πŸΏπŸ”―βœ‘ you πŸ‘ˆ so quaintly πŸ•° named πŸ“› it*chuckles*seems to be quite 🎩 grandiose, aye πŸ˜‚? But πŸ‘ how does he πŸ‘₯ PAY πŸ’² for it all πŸ’―πŸ‘Ί? Flying ✈ buttresses ah 😩 yes πŸ‘, great πŸ‘ big πŸ† knights 🀺 patrolling around πŸ”ƒ, who pays πŸ’Έ for THOSE?*urine stain πŸ˜‚ slowly 🐌 spreads πŸ• on πŸ”› shorts*You’ve got 🍸 to THINK πŸ’­ about πŸ’¦ these things πŸ•‘, man πŸ‘¨, or else 😩 I πŸ‘₯ won’t ❌😑 get πŸ‰πŸ†˜ any work 🏒 done βœ… at all!*falls into diabetic ❀ coma πŸ’Š*

  2. I’m a very busy man, you have to understand eating, I’m working hard enough in my last book late, and I have a lot of time to devote myself to my little e-mail, chicken shaking bones, but what I know you’ve made from Tarui in a terrible manner based on the ingredients that I’ve given me, “Stop beating for 20 seconds, I think ignor has an insurmountable tax policy of all the details of God’s,” But how does it work? Yeah, big nights spin around, what do they pay? If you think about these things, man or another, I won’t find a job!

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