Haven't we all felt the same?
We adored all things Tolkien and Jackson, and lived as Gandalf would have wanted us to live. Nothing could tear us from the loyalty we felt towards Gondor and Rohan.
Then came the usurper...
One day we started hearing about some random guy named George Martin or something, who'd written some painfully long books (hopelessly) trying to surmount the awesome-ness of Middle Earth. We Tolkienians bravely looked down our noses at the poor fools who had been reduced to reading such gibberish. Until...
We turned on the TV right in the middle of a marvellous debate between a dwarf called Tyrion and a b*tch named Cersei. Where is this Westeros? Who are all these gorgeous females? What have I missed?
We spent the next day kicking our own sorry butts for being so utterly stupid...
