icicles don't soften when they die so why should i?

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“All of his coworkers where gone, but what could it mean?”

INDIE RP blog for Stanley of Stanley Parable fame!

Writer is 23 and has 10+ years of rp experience

Semi-Selective | Para RP mostly | Single Ship

“Stanley decided to go to the meeting room, perhaps he has missed a memo.”

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OH MY GOD I HAVE THE PASSWORD FOR THIS ACC LETS FUCKIG GOD

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Instead of the usual voice of the Narrator, a quiet, timid mumble echoed throughout Stanley’s mind.

“Hello? Is this on? Uhm, I’ll just… act like it is.”

The voice took a deep breath. One could hear the rustling of papers, then it spoke once more, a bit louder this time.

“Hello, Stanley. The Narrator is currently unavailable. I, The Apprentice, will temporarily be taking over his position. We apologise for any inconvenience this may cause you.”

@narrator-in-training

Hm oh, that was odd. He'd never heard this voice before and the idea of there being narrators in training sort of boggled his mind. What qualifications did you need to do such a thing, questions upon questions popped into his head. Oh right! It would probably be best to respond to them. The man looked upwards and started signing."Yes it's on don't worry and hello! May I ask what caused this odd situation?"

[narrator-in-training]

“Well, Narrator said that he wanted a break and that he was… tired or something? Hmm… How does one get tired by narrating all day?”

You could hear the Apprentice chuckle slightly, before clearing their throat.

“I’ll be honest… I don’t actually know what to do. He just gave me a script, said-“ They did a bad Narrator impression. “‘Here you go, just read it like we practiced before, he won’t notice a thing!’ and walked away. He’s kinda strange sometimes, isn’t he?”

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A break? The disembodied voice gets a break and he has to start an argument to get five minutes to sit down!? Oh he was definitely going to hear about this from Stanley, good luck trying to get him to listen for a long while! Also he didn’t expect him to be able to tell another persons voice from his right away? Wow, talk about underestimating someone. Well, Stanely would play nice for now, holding no grudge towards this voice but he still maintained a sense of distance never having complete trust in what they told him. “So whats your plan while he’s gone? Am I supposed to just sit here because I don’t mind if that’s the case.”

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{{almost instinctively rted promoon art but was like OH THIS ISNT MY MAIN}}

[toomanystoryideas]

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Instead of the usual voice of the Narrator, a quiet, timid mumble echoed throughout Stanley’s mind.

“Hello? Is this on? Uhm, I’ll just… act like it is.”

The voice took a deep breath. One could hear the rustling of papers, then it spoke once more, a bit louder this time.

“Hello, Stanley. The Narrator is currently unavailable. I, The Apprentice, will temporarily be taking over his position. We apologise for any inconvenience this may cause you.”

@narrator-in-training

Hm oh, that was odd. He'd never heard this voice before and the idea of there being narrators in training sort of boggled his mind. What qualifications did you need to do such a thing, questions upon questions popped into his head. Oh right! It would probably be best to respond to them. The man looked upwards and started signing. "Yes it's on don't worry and hello! May I ask what caused this odd situation?"

[winksync]

“ Sure it’s a calming notion, perpetual in motion.“

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“ But I don’t need the comfort of any lies .”

[insomniums]

“The lack of sleep, becomes a painful knife that keeps twisting around inside.”

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Semi-Selective | Para RP mostly | Multi Ship

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(( imagine if i actually did my repsonses instead of fucking around anyway tomorrow when im rested up i promise this blog and eden will get fucking written upon ))

[gravelygirlfriends]

Wedding Outfit Challenge

Hello Stanley parable RP community

I’m pleased to announce that I am planning a rp event for my OCs Alice/ Omni and Ellie’s wedding

I’ll make a post about that when I’ve finished planning probably after Reu’s rp event has finished as not to overwhelm anyone with too many events

But in preperation for this event I’m starting an art challege to show your oc in what they will wear to the girls wedding.

Your welcome to draw them or use a picrew or even just describe their outfit if you prefer

Use the tags #alice&ellieweddingrp #omniweddingchallenge when you post your outfit or just reblog this post up to you.

[yarshurdee]

Bad thoughts give me bad dreams

Then my bad dreams let me get up and walk

Random thoughts give me bad dreams

Then my bad dreams make me sleepwalk

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He’s walking through that right door, who’s gonna stop him? No one. No one could stop him now!

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That was a lot of words that Stanley didn’t quite understand, but judging on how the other sounded when bringing up the subject he was reluctant to begin treating Cael like a damn dictionary for surreal terms. So, he just nodded processing one thing, there is no escape yet.

“That all sounds complicated, the idea of getting lost out of bounds kind of terrifies me gonna be real with you. So, you just popped into existence for the sake of their story needing a protagonist or, did you have a life before and was just pulled into all this?”

There was definitely something odd about Stanley’s new companion, the shadow manipulating was just one example of the laundry list of things that made Cael some what of an anomaly.

[fleetinglullqby]

“Was pulled into this, wish I wasn’t, but honestly it’s not like i had much going for me before i got dragged into all of this. Used to work for the big boss on the ranks closer to him, that’s why i’m #31.”

Cael smirks and flicks the edge of his number badge upwards, seems that he does enjoy what he does huh. Well, enjoyed at least, he doesn’t work anymore he’s kinda just stuck outside of the office.

“I do wonder though, did you truly have anything before the story? I’ve never asked any 427s and i actually haven’t met any other than you”

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The big boss huh, Stanley sat there thinking about the few times he had encountered the man. Imposing, intimidating, those were the only words that could come to mind when sitting here. “Did i have anything...? I.” His hands fumbled as a sadness took over his expression. Unable to think of  what to say to the man he simply let out an exhausted sigh. “I don’t think I did. Everything I knew, I think it was a genuine lie implanted in me, the worse part is because of the situation. I can’t even tell if that theory if right or not.”

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Omni knocked on the door of Stanley’s office “Hello? Anyone there?” She called softly @omnitheplayer

His head perked up and turned to the door rising up from his chair and opening it up to be greeted by a girl he had never met. He gave a wave before gesturing further.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

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As always, Stanley was cooperative walking off the elevator and strolling down the halls. The white brick was uh, he’s seen all this before so the hopes of new scenery was already dwindling. His eyes landed on the floor. ‘Jump Circle’? He stepped within it, perplexed. Was something supposed to happen? He jumped once, twice, watching the number go down and stopping at 5. He signed up to Omni. “Should I see what happens if I bring it down to 0 yes or no?” He was definitely hesitant, worried out the possibility of something horrific happening when he was out of jump finished their countdown. Or, he could just be overrating, could you blame him with how unpredictable this office was though?

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{{IM FUCKING SHAKING AI THE SOMNIUM FILES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA}}

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((feeling generally overwhelmed and unmotivated today so i prolly will not responde very much i promise ill get to it all as soon as i feel up to it TT__TT ))

[the-freedom-ending]

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"Come now, Stanley. Don't be ungrateful.” The voice spoke up, chastising and demeaning as it always was. As if Stanley was a mere child throwing a temper tantrum over losing a game, rather than arguing for his right for bodily autonomy.

“I did all of this for you - am doing all of this for you. I gave your life meaning. Do you know how valuable that is, Stanley? Other people spend all their lives running around trying to figure out the purpose to their existence and yet here you are, the meaning of your life presented to you on a silver platter.”

The Narrator sighed, the twinge of frustration tainting the unperturbed governing image he had tried to foster. No matter how many times they go through this, Stanley never listens. 

“And you just throw it away. You don't want it. You'd rather make yourself miserable. I honestly don't know what else I can do to make you see how lucky you are. 

No, you will always be an ungrateful, insolent brat."

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Here he was, almost all the way up the stairs and not a damn word from the Narrator. Of course he didn’t even notice Stanley had left, absorbed in his disgusting narcissism.       Pleads for him to stop were continuously ignored as his slow and steady steps made their ascension. He was hellbent on this, the idea of jumping to his death to tear the narrator from this place being the only thing on his mind. If he was to be ripped away from any chance of happiness, any semblance of peace, then it was only fair that the favor be returned. A few more moments passed and he had reached the top, panting as the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears. Stanley looked over the edge caused him an immediate unease, it was dizzying, the man always having had a modest fear of heights. He was scared, hesitant, did he really want to do this. He had no choice, if the narrator wouldn’t listen to and appreciate him alive, maybe he’ll at least be mourned as a corpse.

Tears welled up in his eyes, panic and anxiety clenching at his chest and causing his muscles to ache. Why did it have to come to this? Couldn’t there have been another way to make him finally listen... No. This was it. What was he waiting for, on the count of three he would swallow all of his fear and take the plunge. The plunge into the next life oh wouldn’t that be a dream. (Under Cut for Gore, Suicide and Violence)

He stepped off the ledge his world becoming silence as he shut his eyes. He didn’t want to see the ground getting closer and closer. In this moment Stanley was full of regret and anguish, repeatedly telling himself ‘this was the only way’ as he fell for what felt like forever.

           Maybe his life would have flashed before his eyes if he had to chance to have one?

There was a loud thud, the cracking of broken bones, the spilling of his own blood, it was a sound Stanley would never forget. The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t even kill himself right. As his insides were punctured and torn by fractured ribs Stanley began spitting up blood, coughing and gasping almost choking on the repulsive liquid as it pooled within him. If he could scream he would, a loud, desperate and guttural scream. But no, all the pathetic unfortunate man did was lay there hemorrhaging as the floor became dyed red. NO. This wasn’t enough, he had to DIE. A moment of respite before using every ounce of strength he had to stand up bloodstained and half alive he began his second ascension.      It was slower this time as he dragged his feet, his whole body screaming at him to STOP already, sharp pangs spread across every last bit of him, but why? There’s no reason to stop, the damage was mostly done nothing mattered now but to finish the job.

[channelfourty]

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