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Game of Thrones: Unleashing the Fourth Scourge

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Thanks for asking. So, here’s the situation: I’m in Westeros, and I’m currently starving. I woke up in the body of the man destined to wear the "Golden Crown"—and not the fun kind. I am the "Sleeping Dragon," the "dragonspawn" Robert Baratheon wants dead, the Mother of Dragons' useless brother, the Beggar King himself: Viserys Targaryen. I can barely scrape together a decent meal, let alone raise a little sister. Staring down the barrel of the original owner’s impossible "Restoration of the Dynasty," I was just about to throw in the towel and call it quits... That’s when my cheat code finally kicked in. It manifested as a holographic Game Admin, ready to con players from Earth into doing my dirty work. "Do you want a 100% realistic VR experience? Welcome to the first-ever immersive sim that feels exactly like isekai! It’s A Song of Ice and Fire meets Mount & Blade—and it's all yours!" Players: "Yes! YES!" "Be a knight, a lord, a member of the Kingsguard, or a conqueror of the frontier! A Dragonrider or an Alchemist! The medieval fantasy life you dreamed of as a kid—wielding magic and swords—is finally here!" Players: "Shut up and take my money! YES!" Staring at the endless sea of gamers—the legendary "Fourth Scourge"—Viserys asked the Admin in his head, "So... that’s how you bamboozled them into becoming my cannon fodder?" Admin: "Yup. They logged in screaming things like 'My Honor is Loyalty' and 'Death before Dishonor' and 'For the Horde'—err, I mean, 'For the Realm.'" Viserys had an epiphany. "So this is how you retake the Iron Throne." "FOR THE DRAGONS!" The next second, Viserys was trampled into the dirt by a stampede of screaming gamers. "AND FOR THE LOOT!"
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