“The Red Wedding killed Game of Thrones. Or, more accurately, The Red Wedding killed my ability to care about almost anything that happens on Game of Thrones.

Investment in a fictional universe is a curious thing. It’s so easy with the current state of television to get pulled in by a series to the point where the characters feel like real people and every aspect of the world feels important. Game of Thrones had been that show for me for three seasons. I watched and re-watched it incessantly. I read the first book to fill in gaps in my knowledge, then decided to stop so I wouldn’t get spoiled on future episodes. I’ve seen every episode at least twice, and in some cases three or four times. I cried when Ned Stark bit it. I cheered when Stannis’ ships blew up at the Blackwater. I was in pure shock when the ‘The Rains of Castamere’ started playing and all those throats got slit.

And then it lost me.”

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