"You will die tomorrow."
Hello everyone!
So.
It happened.
Episode Nine.
I swear the number alone should come with a warning when it's Game of Thrones, because, looking back on previous seasons, the penultimate episode of each has ALWAYS been the one that made people remember just why it was that they initially began watching the show in the first place.
Season six, episode Nine, did not disappoint either.
Not only was it brilliant visually and condensed in terms of space and time, but it was also pretty much an epic smack-down which told us who will, in the end, probably prevail and stand over the charred and/or frozen corpses of their enemies.
Although, I will also freely admit that I made a very vital mistake in eating dinner prior to watching the episode.
Special shout-out to Maegan because, well, she told me not to, and I didn't listen.
