Doom would appear nigh for the Seven Kingdoms. We were seriously outnumbered and outflanked to begin with, a terrifying count of only ten brave souls to defend against the marauding hordes of barely one less than a score of nefarious enemies. In the meantime, a string of circumstances which could only be described by any rational observer still possessed of his eyesight as "disastrous", has seen our already meagre defences shredded to the brink of inevitable defeat, only six brave souls remaining to man the fort, against a tide of enemies reduced by the same count of four souls, but owing to their superior numbers, a by far more bearable loss. Should this sorry trend continue, I can only foretell with dread and sorrow that our beloved Seven Kingdoms will be carved up by heartless, cruel enemies of various stripe and hue, and our fair Kingdoms will be but a whiff of memory carried on the morning breeze which flutters thoughtlessly and carelessly over our once fair lands.
It also comes to my attention that the literary output of the sages whom it is my current pleasure (or otherwise) to address is so voluminous, yet so frivolous, as to constitute a veritable wave of mediocrity crashing upon the consciousness of the unfortunate reader.