Hypnosis (Carl Roberts)

Carl Roberts was normally not the kind of man who had many things going for him. His looks were below average. He did not have much of an income. Any prospects of a better future seemed scarce as he was often stuck with manual labor work or the occasional odd jobs around his neighborhood. For years after leaving high school, he barely earned enough to get by, scraping the bottom of a barrel that had left him sightly pudgy with all the junk microwave food he was to survive on. Beyond renting a ratty looking apartment in the city and semi owning a car that barely ran, he had little else to call his pride and joy, let alone have a back up plan to fall back on. In short, Carl's life was a miserable one, but it was one that was about to change.

Following a bad Friday at work that eventually got him fired, Carl finally snapped. He desperately looked for a way to change his fortunes once and for all, pushing his luck dangerously with online gambling. He threw away his last few dollars on a risky bet, finally finding himself at the absolute bottom of the abyss he had fallen into. Just as he was about to hit the last bottle in his fridge, a pop up appeared on his computer screen. It was as dubious looking as any spam scheme would ever look, with a strange ornate black background and the ominous words "Click here to learn the secret" plastered onto its foreground. Seeing that his life was essentally over anyway, he clicked on it without thinking, and he was immediately brought to a page that outlined a specific set of instructions at the very top in heavy bold letters:

1.) Maintain eye contact.
2.) Speak thy will.
3.) Thy will be done.

His curiosity was piqued, as if he was being pushed down some dark mysterious path, and his thoughts raced as he read through all the sub pages on the strange website for the rest of the night. When he had finally finished, he leaned back into his chair to contemplate on what he had just seen. The page had said that by the end of the short 'tutorial session', he would be able to influence the mind of any person he wanted. He would be able to make them act, think and feel the way he wanted. He would become the master puppeteer of his own paradise and beyond. For some reason, the resonating final words ingrained themselves into his brain, and he found himself unable to rationalize that this could all be untrue. From that night on, Carl Roberts was no longer himself, and the new him was about to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting world at large.