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Basic Strategy, Monday, Period 4
“I hope you’re all awake after your week off,” Tyrion said cheerfully as he sauntered into the classroom. He had reason to be cheerful; he’d had a full week to explore the mainland with no responsibilities whatsoever. He saw no reason to prolong the idleness by giving students an easy day.
“We’re playing a game today – at least, I think it’s a game, and I’m good at it. We’ve had a bit of time as a group, and now we will be judging each other’s characters.”
He gave that a moment to sink in as he went to the first seat, starting a bag of candy circulating around the room. “Take five pieces each. Don’t eat them just yet. In the game we’re playing, you will pair up – with someone you don’t know well already, please – and tell your partner three things about him or herself that they’ve never directly told you. They can be anything at all – hopes, dreams, fears, ambitions, memories, whatever comes to mind. If you’re right, you get a sweet from them; if you’re wrong, they give you one. The winner is whoever has more candy at the end of the exercise.”
“There are a few principles to remember as you judge each other. First, take a moment and read this.” Done passing around the candy, Tyrion moved on to distribute a handout. He’d done some reading on the game over the weekend, and had been not at all surprised to find it had a name in this world.
“In most studies, people rate the personality description in front of you a four on a scale of one to five. A bit over a four, actually. The trick, of course, is that everyone got the same statement. Most people like to be agreeable. You want to agree with what you’re told about yourself.” He paused, went quieter. “It takes strength to fight it.”
He was back to his usual pace when he spoke again. “Second and similarly, clichés are clichés for a reason. A lot of whores had mothers who did it first; most adventurers were never satisfied at home. The violent usually become that way early. Almost everyone is motivated first by fear, then by love, though money can sometimes trump either. And a great many people either have never satisfied their parents, or – if they’ve found the trick of that – are terrified of one day disappointing them.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s as much guidance as I’ll give you now. If anyone is shy a partner and wants to play opposite me, I look forward to taking your candy. Now, pair up.”
“We’re playing a game today – at least, I think it’s a game, and I’m good at it. We’ve had a bit of time as a group, and now we will be judging each other’s characters.”
He gave that a moment to sink in as he went to the first seat, starting a bag of candy circulating around the room. “Take five pieces each. Don’t eat them just yet. In the game we’re playing, you will pair up – with someone you don’t know well already, please – and tell your partner three things about him or herself that they’ve never directly told you. They can be anything at all – hopes, dreams, fears, ambitions, memories, whatever comes to mind. If you’re right, you get a sweet from them; if you’re wrong, they give you one. The winner is whoever has more candy at the end of the exercise.”
“There are a few principles to remember as you judge each other. First, take a moment and read this.” Done passing around the candy, Tyrion moved on to distribute a handout. He’d done some reading on the game over the weekend, and had been not at all surprised to find it had a name in this world.
“In most studies, people rate the personality description in front of you a four on a scale of one to five. A bit over a four, actually. The trick, of course, is that everyone got the same statement. Most people like to be agreeable. You want to agree with what you’re told about yourself.” He paused, went quieter. “It takes strength to fight it.”
He was back to his usual pace when he spoke again. “Second and similarly, clichés are clichés for a reason. A lot of whores had mothers who did it first; most adventurers were never satisfied at home. The violent usually become that way early. Almost everyone is motivated first by fear, then by love, though money can sometimes trump either. And a great many people either have never satisfied their parents, or – if they’ve found the trick of that – are terrified of one day disappointing them.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s as much guidance as I’ll give you now. If anyone is shy a partner and wants to play opposite me, I look forward to taking your candy. Now, pair up.”