Every Khal who ever lived chose three blood riders to fight beside him and guard his way, But I am not a Khal. I will not choose three blood riders. I choose you all. I will ask more of you than any Khal has ever asked of his Khalsar. Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me, before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me, now and always?
Just thought I’d show you guys a few different drafts of the First Order Propaganda post I put up last night. There were a few ideas I was playing around with before I decided to go with the first one, these are some of my favorite ones.