Game of Thrones Kind Of

Date: 5/26/2026

I was essebtially Arya Stark from Game of Thrones, and despite it being our lives, we were also just the actors. It was a strange mixture of fact and fiction. I knew, however, that this time through would be different, and as I entered Winterfell to reunite with my siblings, I tried to express joy that things would play out in a different manner, but Bran stopped me from saying anything to Sansa. He informed me that telling anyone what I knew would ruin the course of the story, so I didnt. As we played our parts sure enough things began to change. Instead of the fantasy setting I'd come to know , it was a strange mixture of fantasy and dystopian with crude modern technology sprinkled amongst the swords and spears. At some point, a war breaks out, and im left in a row of cells with other prisoners, with bars between each cell. A guard evaluates me and tosses a makeshift bomb into my cell. The only space I can toss it away is in the small space between my cage and the one next to me, only theres a mother and a child in that one. She pleads with me not to, and i tell them to get down and cover and manage to toss is perfectly between us, and then tell them to play dead. My cage is blown open, and while im injured, Im fine. I lay one the ground and began scooping the remanents of what looks like blown apart rotting fruit into my mouth to look like vomit, but I cant hold my breath long enough when the guard walks by to convince them im already dead. They haul me up, but they aren't the guards of our enemies anymore, its another faction or kingdom and they decide not to kill us. I woke up shortly after being released from the cage.