When Game of Thrones is on TV, I watch it religiously and silently critique it in my head -- silent because it's my head and I don't need to talk loudly there, and also because I am desperately alone because obviously no one is in my home. So I watch and compare to the books and bounce very slightly in my seat because the show is so awesome. Remember when Tyrion slapped Joffrey in his little smarmy cock of a face? Awesome. Remember when they poured the molten gold over Viserys' dick-like head? Awesome. Remember when Sam was hiding and the White Walkers walked by all white and awesome? Awesome!
So obviously, as a fan of the show and the books, I wanted to be a part of it. I have a lot to offer a quality program like Thrones, from my semi-believable Yorkshire accent that makes me sound like a mentally challenged Monty Python fanatic to my Wyman Manderlyesque physique that would fit right in with the Westeros countryside like a unicorn on Skagos. Holy shit, what a nerdy sentence!
"Pardon me, sir, but I believe the unicorns of Skagos are really only a myth that no one has confirmed as of yet."
Given how obviously I belong in the world of GoT, I figured I'd help HBO out by letting them know where I was so they could get in touch with me and get the ball rolling. This was back in Season 1 of the show, mind you. I figured they'd need me in Season 2 to take the part of Jaqen H'ghar. Remember how awesome he was when he murdered all those people and then changed his own goddamn face into another goddamn face like it was a pair of boxer briefs? I wear boxer briefs all the time sometimes! I could do that!