So Ты want to make your player или your reader to do something specifically или to think something specifically. How can Ты do it? Do Ты first make remote mind controller? No. Save yourself the money, and save yourself the stress of having to build that kind of a machine. There is another way to control a player's или reader's mind. It's called the "controlling idea".
Think of the movie inception, but take out all the epic sci-fi of someone going into another's mind, and put Ты and another person logged into Fanpop in two different parts of the world. With a controlling idea, what Ты do is prime the player's или reader's mind to have certain thoughts. All of our brains hate gaps, so they either try to fill in the gap, или compel the person the mind belongs to to seek out answers. What does this mean? Naturally, they will attempt to predict what you're trying to pull, but if that fails, then they will take action and fall right into your... umm... "trap", I should say.
Here's how it works:
You're host, and Ты have someone playing a... say... mystery RPG, and Ты tell them that they "are in a room that is dark, but not pitch black." Right there, that implies that there must be some kind of light Источник somewhere, but the player won't prioritize that first as they... May not think that, дана that... It's kind of not important whether или not the room is lit (unless Ты make it important).
Afterwards, Ты write "and there is a door." This one is the juicy one. Say I placed a Pirrhana Plant behind the door, but it's sleeping. Naturally, like a blind mouse, the player will go to the door, and try to open it. When they do, the Plant will have something to eat. (Hehehe...)
Now in an article, here's how it works.
If Ты say "oh, that концерт was terrible," but haven't дана any information about how our why the концерт was terrible, that is what they will ask themselves. Try to predict why? Could be a multitude of things, so they fail at predicting and keep Чтение looking for answers. Also, if information is implied but not exactly stated, Ты can have a bit of fun with that too.
"There were sounds of pleasurable intercourse coming from the Далее room. Out of curiosity, или out of his sheer pervertedness, he opened the door, revealing a CD player with that soundtrack set on loop."
So, what did Ты think I had in that room before I told Ты it was a CD player, Ты dirty minded person?
And that, my friends, is how Ты control the minds of your players and readers.
Sayonara!
-Prowd
Think of the movie inception, but take out all the epic sci-fi of someone going into another's mind, and put Ты and another person logged into Fanpop in two different parts of the world. With a controlling idea, what Ты do is prime the player's или reader's mind to have certain thoughts. All of our brains hate gaps, so they either try to fill in the gap, или compel the person the mind belongs to to seek out answers. What does this mean? Naturally, they will attempt to predict what you're trying to pull, but if that fails, then they will take action and fall right into your... umm... "trap", I should say.
Here's how it works:
You're host, and Ты have someone playing a... say... mystery RPG, and Ты tell them that they "are in a room that is dark, but not pitch black." Right there, that implies that there must be some kind of light Источник somewhere, but the player won't prioritize that first as they... May not think that, дана that... It's kind of not important whether или not the room is lit (unless Ты make it important).
Afterwards, Ты write "and there is a door." This one is the juicy one. Say I placed a Pirrhana Plant behind the door, but it's sleeping. Naturally, like a blind mouse, the player will go to the door, and try to open it. When they do, the Plant will have something to eat. (Hehehe...)
Now in an article, here's how it works.
If Ты say "oh, that концерт was terrible," but haven't дана any information about how our why the концерт was terrible, that is what they will ask themselves. Try to predict why? Could be a multitude of things, so they fail at predicting and keep Чтение looking for answers. Also, if information is implied but not exactly stated, Ты can have a bit of fun with that too.
"There were sounds of pleasurable intercourse coming from the Далее room. Out of curiosity, или out of his sheer pervertedness, he opened the door, revealing a CD player with that soundtrack set on loop."
So, what did Ты think I had in that room before I told Ты it was a CD player, Ты dirty minded person?
And that, my friends, is how Ты control the minds of your players and readers.
Sayonara!
-Prowd
"When are we going to start Gant?" Slick asked eager to start.
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay безопасно, сейф and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash сказал(-а) concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I сказал(-а) shh!" Dash quickly said. A секунда later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay безопасно, сейф and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash сказал(-а) concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I сказал(-а) shh!" Dash quickly said. A секунда later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Чтение DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Ты REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Чтение DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Ты REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if Ты wanna make suggestions, post of a Форум ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Собаки yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Собаки yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
Once upon a time, Tydus, Torren, Mef and Zanehorn were in the magical land of арахис масло, сливочное масло when Zanehorn had an idea.
'LETS ALL WEAR арахис масло, сливочное масло =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the арахис масло, сливочное масло and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only арахис масло, сливочное масло on while Torren and Mef threw Шоколад at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated by a арахис demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' сказал(-а) Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'
'LETS ALL WEAR арахис масло, сливочное масло =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the арахис масло, сливочное масло and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only арахис масло, сливочное масло on while Torren and Mef threw Шоколад at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated by a арахис demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' сказал(-а) Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'