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Welcome to the town of Deep Falls, a strange place where reality doesn't behave quite like you'd expect. Let's explore.]

Gooood evening everyone, you’re listening to 93.21 SINK FM, the station that always takes you deeper.

I am your host, Chris from ChaoticHypnosis. Tonight I’m going to tell you some stories about an idyllic little town called Deep Falls…but you might be wondering, aside from a little pun in the name of our setting, what stories have to do with hypnosis in the first place.

What if I told you that storytelling is the oldest, simplest form of hypnosis? What if I claimed that by lending me your imagination, even for a brief moment, we’d be indulging in a collaborative sort of trance that has far more potential than you might realize?

Perhaps even posing the question at all is itself an invitation for you to begin sinking.

Nowhere is this more true than in our aforementioned town, Deep Falls. Deep Falls is the sort of place that always feels familiar, but despite that it never quite gets comfortable, like a dream state that is pleasant and safe but nevertheless seems somehow…off. The living room is well-furnished, but the house doesn’t have any walls; the water flows backwards, which defies reason and sense but remains true all the same; the sky shifts from blue to purple to green to aurora borealis at near-total random, and no one is concerned by it in the slightest.

You see, Deep Falls is a place where some of the unwritten rules governing our reality – those laws confining our imaginations to within our own minds, for instance – cease to function. This makes it an immeasurably enticing destination for hypnotists, as you can imagine, but it also makes it remarkably dangerous. A town full of hypnotists and unforeseen consequences.

Join me as we explore some of those dangers in situations often equal parts humorous and horrifying. Remember, the limits of your imagination are the only city limits respected in Deep Falls.

Let’s set the scene.

One of the many wayward hypnotists populating the place paces around a room filled with Victorian furniture. An ostentatious settee faces a conspicuously-empty chaise lounge, the entire room draped in heavy velvet curtains and dimly lit by a slowly rotating chandelier hung suspiciously close to head level. Despite the obvious focal point, attention is drawn towards the lounge by a massive crater directly in front of it, over which peers a figure wearing the distinctive attire of the Deep Falls Hypnotic Accident with Zero Attention Recovery and Decontamination Department, or the HAZARD department.

The HAZARD agent turns to the pacing hypnotist. “You realize I’m going to have to take you in, ma’am?” Through a carefully-cut hole in the ceiling, a thick and heavy cable stretching down into the impossible hole begins to creak alarmingly.

The hypnotist’s protests are drowned out as the cable, unsuitable for the task at hand, finally snaps. The recoil smashes the chandelier and removes a sizable portion of the exterior wall as the HAZARD agent leans aside, remaining unperturbed.

“I understand you didn’t expect a suggestion as simple as “deeper and heavier” to cause any real problems, but you also coupled it – quite recklessly, I have to say – with an awful lot of “twice as deep, twice as heavy” repetition. The gentleman at the bottom of this hole is, of course, a mathematician, and while you might not have anticipated he’d develop the ability to spontaneously manipulate his own density…surely when he collapsed to the ground and the floor began to cave in, you could have stopped looping the phrases. Certainly before his density started to go critical. It’s a small miracle we’re staring at a conventional collapsed-earth chasm rather than a black hole, honestly.”

He turns. “Take her away.”

In a facility elsewhere a holding cell is prepared, above which hangs a sign that reads “Reckless Use of Hypnotic Language.” The cell will be overcrowded by the end of the day.

We don’t often expect our words to be taken literally, certainly not all the time, certainly not to that degree, but the unexpected becomes the mundane in Deep Falls.

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I’ll spare you the details of the aftermath of a dentists’ LED-fueled rampage, merely following the suggestion to “help everyone smile brighter.” It was, as many of these stories, a suggestion made with good intentions.

But good intentions won’t keep you out of the cold in Deep Falls.

It is the cold that we first notice in our next scene. Not a chill wind or a snowstorm, nor the gentle bite of the late autumn nights as the sun fades earlier and earlier…rather a sharp and localized cold. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say the cold held a particular shape, rectangular and approximately the height of an adult woman, perhaps tilted at a strange angle…almost as if posed. It would be astonishingly accurate to admit the rectangular shape of the cold also contained said adult woman, albeit awkwardly posed, sealed within several inches of solid ice.

A few feet away, another wayward hypnotist sighs and sizes up the handcuffs restraining him.

A familiar HAZARD agent holds a clipboard, taking notes and checking boxes as the questioning continues.

“As we’ve established, your freeze trigger was constructed with more than one of the following analogies:

• Like a statue
• Like a block of ice
• Frozen in place
• Stuck/frozen in a silly pose

You used, let’s see…all of them?! Under the Reckless Hypnotic Language and NLP Containment Act, I’m obligated to inform you that this requires mandatory re-education. Come with me.”

Is it a suggestion spiraling out of control, or simply being followed too well? It’s important to be careful what you wish for – and even more cautious what you try and trigger – in Deep Falls.

Elsewhere we find a cage. This isn’t the small cage of a beloved pet – human or otherwise. It is simple, hastily constructed, as you’d expect from something larger than a coliseum. Within is an undulating mass of suspiciously similar people, and just without we find a group of extremely alarmed HAZARD agents struggling to hold the huge panels of bars upright.

“What are we going to do? The cage was 100x too large an hour ago!”

“How many times are we going to have to build this thing? Should we just turn the stadium into a rapid containment unit?”

“Sure, but how would we get them inside it fast enough? We’ve got to crack down on the harem speedrunners. This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah, a lot of them are serial recruiters anyway, but they have GOT to stop with the matching phraseology. Everyone knows SiSiSSS, synchronicity in suggestions is seriously short-sighted.”

“What is this, the fourth time this week we’ve had to handle another case of the “good girls make more good girls” infinite duplication glitch?”

“Can we even call it a glitch anymore? There are twenty thousand of them in there and…oh, oh no. CHIEF, THEY’RE ABOUT TO CHANT IT AGAIN”

“GET THE NEUROLINGUISTIC NEUTRALIZER BEFORE WE’RE OVERRUN!”

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It’s funny how easily a chant can amplify such simple suggestions. In general, repetition is very good for you…right up until it isn’t, in Deep Falls.

While there are many more stories from the town of Deep Falls, this is where I’ll leave you for tonight. I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey as much as I’ve enjoyed being your guide and maneuvering your imagination for our time together. I have been your host, ChaoticHypnosis.

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