Monday, September 3, 2018

Jon Snow, fed up with life, starts up vacation resort called South of the Wall

Jon Snow surveys his resort's new
amenities, including a Japanese water
garden and beach volleyball court.

Jon Snow, tired of a harsh, grueling life of perpetual winter cold, the constant threat of mutiny by subordinates in the Night’s Watch, and unpredictable, ferocious attacks by undead White Walkers, has cast aside all responsibility and familial oaths to start a chain of vacation resorts in the southern tropics of Westeros.

Mr. Snow, known broadly across the kingdom as the King in the North, opened a trio of resorts bearing the name South of the Wall, located along a swath of black-sand beaches on a remote peninsula due south from Highgarden.

“I swear, by the old gods and the new, this will be the greatest beach getaway since Sandals Jamaica,” Mr. Snow, sporting a palm-tree laden Tommy Bahama shirt, said while jamming an oversized lime into his Corona bottle.

“The demand has been incredible,” Mr. Snow added with a big smile, explaining that having an insane, power-hungry queen on the throne in King’s Landing and a gigantic army of zombie-like wights invading from Beyond the Wall has pushed people to his “little slice of heaven.”

“The hardest thing so far has been deciding if I should add fajitas or chimichangas to the menu of our on-site Mexican restaurant,” he said with a full-throated laugh while adorning his direwolf Ghost with a set of Hawaiian leis.

The former Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, a celibate band of miscreants and outcasts guarding the northern border of Westeros known as The Wall, decided he truly needed to “get away from it all” after discovering he had inadvertently engaged in sexual relations with his aunt, Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, first of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first Men.

Mr. Snow, previously thought to be the illegitimate child of Lord Eddard (“Ned”) Stark, was recently outed as the son of Lyanna Stark, Ned’s sister, and Rhaegar Targaryen, Daenerys’ brother.

“I’ve lost countless friends and family members at the hands of my enemies, been murdered in cold blood by my brothers in arms, revived from the dead as but a shadow of my former self, humiliated my whole life as a bastard son, seen an entire village of wildlings cut down and reanimated as hellish minions of the Night King, and watched the love of my life die in my arms after being shot by the very boy I taught to wield a bow,” Mr. Snow said as he skimmed the resort pool and tested the water for proper chlorination.

“But to find out that the woman I’d just boned was actually my aunt, that was the last straw,” said Mr. Snow, who admitted that, sure, he’d “rubbed one out” to Daenerys Stormborn, the Queen of Mereen and Protector of the Realm, plenty of times, but that was before learning she was family.

When asked by one reporter for a comment on Mr. Snow’s new entrepreneurial pursuits and her central role in them, Daenerys, infuriated, screamed, “How dare you ask me, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Breaker of Chains, such a thing.” She proceeded to have her dragon incinerate the reporter into a pile of ash and charred bone.

As of press time, Mr. Snow was trying to decide if he should maybe help the kingdom eradicate the invaders from the Lands of Always Winter, since their fate determined his ultimate number of paying customers.

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