[ WP ] If Sesame Street was written like Game of Thrones

Elmo sat astride Big Bird, the first Puppet Rider the kingdom had seen in generations. Behind him the sunrise crowned the land, an ocean of warriors stirring, tides shifting under the pull of the moon which still hung low in the sky. 
 
 `` Elmo knows what you seek!'' cried the self-declared king. `` Victory will be brought to you today by the letter C!'' 
 
 A roar returned, carried the voices of an army one-hundred thousand strong. The Count stepped forward, `` I have personally made sure that you are the largest army that still walks this land, ah ha ha. Today we march under the banner of Elmo, Protector of the Realm, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Defender of Sesame Street, King of the Andals and the First Men, your one true King. One true king, ah ha ha.'' 
 
 Another triumphant roar met the Counts rally. On the bordered horizon of the razed planes the remaining armies of the north appeared, columns of the free men marching in individual time. An unstructured legion of blades and bite. They were flanked by mammoths, by giants, by creatures those of the south had ignored for too long and feared imagined. Their leader stepped forward, rough, and unshaven. 
 
 `` Hail, Elmo, our one true king.'' declared Oscar DeGrouch. 
 
 `` No,'' laughed Elmo. `` Elmo knows where you are king, no matter what Elmo say.'' The two had become fast friends, banded under the banner of a mutual foe, a threat far greater than what either had been to the other. 
 
 Together, the armies were close to two-hundred thousand men, women and beasts. The greatest force the world would ever see, gathered upon a single battlefield, preparing for the coming onslaught, the last efforts of a terrified kingdom. The armies of the undead had amassed, and this day would take the wall. 
 
 From the halls of Castle Black the last remaining men of the Nights Watch stood, shoulder to shoulder, their numbers bolstered, their castles manned and fortified by those who had not faced the oath. Under the noon sun they looked to their leaders, Bert and Ernie, the oldest living Crows. `` Gee Bert, sure does n't look good.'' `` You are telling me, Ernie.'' 
 
 This, the last day of men, was quiet. 
 
 As the sun set, and the gathered men faced the wall and beyond, to the coming of the walkers, and the mysterious blue creature that relentlessly led them, driven by some unseen hunger, a single voice peaked in the unbroken air. 
 
 `` Night gathers, and now Elmo's watch begins. It shall not end until Elmo's death. Elmo shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. Elmo shall wear no crowns and win no glory. Elmo shall live and die at Elmo's post. Elmo is the sword in the darkness. Elmo is the watcher on the walls. Elmo is the shield that guards the realms of men! Elmo pledge his life and his honor to the Night's Watch, for this night, and all Elmo's nights to come. Elmo will show those who threaten his kingdom how to get to Sesame Street!'' 

