“I Think I Feel.. Happy.”

Far forward is a solitary white door. It belongs to no wall. The door is locked. You do not know why you know this.

Briefcase.

Yes. Good. A briefcase is undoubtedly a serious object. Even just thinking about what a briefcase might contain, my brow is furrowed and I am filled with the deepest seriousness.

I hope that it is lengthy and elaborate business documents for me to peruse, with lots of technical language and and some standard types of graphs for data visualization. No 3D graphics or bright colors on the graphs please. We are running a serious operation here.

Mitigation

Supervisor

(This is NOT a tsp blog! Please don't follow for The Stanley Parable!)

Just played tsp for the first time yesterday oh goooddd this is good. No, I mean, I knew it's gonna be good but I didn't think it would be LIKE THAT?? Like, that's more than just breaking the 4th wall, it's getting rid of it at the very beginning and talking to the player DIRECTLY directly. Complete lack of rules. They broke fucking everything that could be broken. There's also yaoi. How better can it be???

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couples tshirts that say "god won't let me die" and "I'm god"

zending

something rattles in the office. the call tone repeats. a loud, high pitched squeal, and a pre recorded message. it starts to fade as it goes on, as if whoever is on the other line has bad reception, but they don’t. it’s a call tone, a voicemail. a beep sounds, and the phone lying against the floor rattles once again.

Stanley when he parables vs. Stanley when he can’t parable idk I’m not living a life of existential dread