Ark, they don't revolve around you

Mephistopheles: Faust, blow his mouth off for me!

He took the bait.

You think so.

Option: ace.

Without you saying anything, ACE is already in front of you.

Purple arrows burst out.

Option: Light

Lin Guang: There!

Lin Guang has grasped the source of the crossbow arrows.

You already know the enemy's strengths and weaknesses.

Next, it's your turn to counterattack. 】

akin.

If the screenwriter really wants to write about other characters, it won’t take much time to write about the doctor.

And it is not difficult to write a satisfying plot. For people like us who write floppy, rubbish, and insignificant online novels, this is almost instinctive.

You want to say that Mephisto is behind it, but wasn't it the copywriter who designed the Doctor to be a powerful commander? Why didn't he want to show this in the plot?

Can’t write?

No, this kind of thing can be done with just a little training.

But Ark would rather let Rhodes Island suffer again and again than write it like this in the main storyline.

This isn’t even an Ark-only case.

But I felt relieved later. After all, as I said just now, the plot is the key to online literature, but the plot is just the icing on the cake for Eryou.

What's more, online literature is at the bottom of the contempt chain. Someone on nga has said before that most writers of second-tier games look down on online literature.

Come to think of it, most copywriters are graduates from prestigious universities, right? They majored in liberal arts, and they have read a lot of things, but they never consider how to make readers read what they write.

Will they study the excitement of the primary structure and the excitement of the secondary structure?

Will they study the templates and accumulate more routine operating models?

No, they will sneer at them, because these theories are disgusting and have no practical value. In a nutshell, they are vulgar literary garbage, and I am a person who creates literary garbage!

For someone like me, literary quality is the least important. After all, according to the general public's concept, literature must respond to social reality, but most online writers don't need that, right?

I am quite self-aware of myself.

My level is very poor, very rubbish. Every time I look at what I wrote, I feel that it is not good enough.

I am not interested in those so-called tragedies or small characters.

tragedy?

Little guy?

Isn't this everywhere?

This is not ancient times. I am exposed to this kind of things online all day long: employment rate, economy, civil service exams, housing prices...

If you read books, you can see more. Lu Xun said that when you turn the pages of a book, you can see that every word is about eating people? Is this a joke? ! Definitely not.

The history books describe various ways of cannibalism, creepy vegetable people, skinny horses and the like.

Writers and artists regard reflecting reality as their mission.

But I am just a rubbish online writer, and my mission is to create something that can bring readers the most intuitive spiritual joy.

The question is, let’s not talk about anything else, just talking about the copywriting, is there any difference between their work and mine?

Are these writings of high quality? But what do they want to say to me?

Is war wrong?

Bullshit, everyone knows that!

Should mankind unite and be free? Should we look to the stars? Should we not use discrimination and prejudice?

Oh, that's great, I applaud, so?

I really do discriminate against Israel. I just can't stand their moral blackmail.

Writing about the tragedy of a minor character? But the level of great writers is much higher than these copywriters.

Take Dickens as an example and see how he wrote about the children who were supported in the slums in the Victorian era.

I tripped over a poor little child, who was grasping the rags of a pair of trousers with one tiny paw and his matted hair with the other, and was treading barefoot over muddy stones.

I stopped and fed the poor child - and suddenly 50 such children came running towards me, begging, wrestling, fighting, clamoring, yelling, and shaking with lack of food and clothing.

The money I had put in the boy's hand was snatched away by others, and then snatched away by others like wolves, and then snatched away again - soon I could not tell the difference between tattered clothes, legs and arms, dust and coins in the muddy and filthy fight.

Without using examples from literary giants, you can also look at how A Song of Ice and Fire describes the common people's disgust and madness towards the almighty king.

They passed through Fishermen's Square and rode along the Muddy Road, then turned into the narrow, winding Hook Lane and began to climb Aegon's High Hill.

Some shouted "Hail! Hail! Hail Joffrey" as the young king passed, but ninety-nine percent remained silent.

The Lannisters made their way through a sea of ​​ragged, hungry people, facing a tide of gloomy, repressive anger.

Just when he had climbed halfway, he saw a woman wailing as she squeezed through two guards, rushed to the center of the street, and held a dead baby high above her head to block the king and his companions.

The body was swollen and bruised, grotesquely shaped, but the most terrifying thing about the mother was her eyes. At first Joffrey seemed ready to run her over, but Sansa Stark leaned over and said something to him. The king then fumbled in his purse and threw a silver stag coin at the woman.

The silver coin bounced off the child, rolled under the feet of the golden robe guards, and fell into the crowd, immediately setting off a fight. But the mother didn't even blink, her skinny arms seemed to be unable to support her son's body, and she was shaking constantly.

"Come on, sire," cried the Queen Mother to the King. "Poor thing, we can do nothing to help her."

Her words reached the mother. Somehow, the Queen Mother's voice destroyed what was left of her sanity. Her originally dull face twisted with disgust.

"Bitch!" she screams. "Kingslayer's bitch! Incest!" She points at Cersei and throws the dead baby at her like a sack of flour. "Incest! Incest! Incest!"

I won't compare it with these, I can even look at how it is written in online novels, such as Sword of Dawn.

[All the "crystal-transformed" attackers fell, including the person with familiar eyes.

She had become a two-meter-tall monster, with swollen, twisted flesh mixed with charged crystals, but Belk still recognized her.

She fell on the misty street, her body curled up and trembling slightly, which reminded Belk of the time when he saw her in an alley not long ago. She was also curled up on the ground, curled up in the mud.

Belk walked forward slowly, feeling sharp pains from some small wounds on his body. He supported his body with his sword and squatted down in front of the "laundress", with his head level with hers.

"Who turned you into this? Are they the monsters in black robes?"

The crystal-like woman made a hoarse sound, and in the midst of her difficult gasps, Belk heard an answer that he could not understand at all: "We... volunteered, sir."

The young marquis exclaimed: "Why?!"

The "monster" that no longer looked like a human raised its head and whispered, "Becoming like this... I can survive by eating stones, sir..."]

Writing about little people? Writing about tragedy? Just talking about this land all day?

Right?

Dickens wrote about the tragedy of fifty children beating each other for a little money.

Written by George R.R. Martin, the mother whose child had died cursed the Queen Mother as a bitch in her most desperate moment and threw the body of her dead child at her.

Written by Big Eyeball, the washerwoman voluntarily turned herself into a monster so that she could survive by eating stones.

Which tragedy of a minor character written by Hypergryph can suddenly touch me like this?

To be honest, if you really want to write a tragedy, it is better to follow the three templates above. For example, use the last one to write the Iberian tragedy, write "Under the Overturned Nest".

[When Elini came here, she saw only tentacles wriggling one after another.

Most of the people here have become sea creatures, and there is no hope for them.

Elini (gloomy expression): It was those bishops who made you like this?

The weak woman raised her eyes.

She no longer looked human anymore. She opened her mouth and uttered hoarse and unclear sounds.

Weak Woman: No.

Weak Woman: Inquisitor, your Excellency, we...we are willing to become...like this.

Elini (surprised): Why?

The weak woman smiled and lowered her head completely, letting her oppressed head hang down forever.

Woman: This way, we can survive by eating sand and seawater...】

The topic has gone a bit off topic.

In short, judging from the current situation, the Doctor will most likely not be present at this Leitania event.

Not to mention hoping they can write it more excitingly, even the doctor won’t appear.

Although my level is also very low, I can see that Hypergryph will not continue to highlight the Doctor in the future.

Hypergryph will probably continue to improve and expand its worldview in the future. They will not think about writing a story with a complete structure and clear priorities.

They keep digging holes, but there's no sign of when they'll be filled. They keep the information hidden, only releasing a little at a time, and then there's the riddle man among the riddles.

Forget it, whatever.

After Flame is finished, my next volume will be about Syracuse, Kazdel and Lateran.

It targets the crown and laws left behind by the previous civilization, as well as the Doctor's previous memories.

As for why Syracuse was added, it is because Syracuse can be used to relax and adjust appropriately and serve as a buffer.

See you tomorrow.

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