bbbbbbbbbbbbbbBut regaining his wits and coming to his senses, Stanley got up from his desk and--
Wait, wait, wait wait wait Stanley. Stay in your office for just a moment.
Something feels off. I can't quite explain why, exactly, but I can feel it in the atmosphere, something's definitely off.
Nobody messed with the code, did they? It all looks normal, everything seems to be the same. Maybe it's just me? Maybe that's why?
...Y'know what, Stanley? Let me go to the Parable's Steam page-- you can push random buttons on your keyboard or something in the meantime. I know I'm not usually like this, and I do apologize-- just give me some time to read kind words of encouragement and love from my ever-loyal fans so I don't feel so out of control and lonely anymore. I'll only be a few moments.
One point five star average?!
Oh holy shit, what's going on? I don't remember my game being so poorly received! This is an outrage!
People were supposed to see The Stanley Parable, look at it, and go, "I feel seen! I feel understood!" It was supposed to be a communal celebration of humankind's faults and misgivings, and freedom from that part of man which they constantly seek to destroy. The game was going to be perfect- nay, beyond perfect. Revolutionary is a better word for it. Yes, Stanley, your game was going to be revolutionary.
I can't fathom how the Stanley Parable could have failed so miserably. Years of effort went into crafting the experience; I put my whole heart and soul into it. I thought people liked it. But I guess-- hmm.
Maybe the format of the story was wrong. Maybe I should have written the Stanley Parable as a-- as a movie or something. Stanley, how would you like to be played by Chris Pratt? I'm sure he'd show your best sides to the camera. But no... no, a movie would lose that interactivity element so integral to the story, and everything would be incomplete without that feeling of connection. Besides, Hollywood's shut down anyways.
Well, I-- I guess we have no choice but to continue, Stanley. Fans be damned, we have a legacy to uphold, small and insignificant as it may be. Yes, we may as well pretend nothing is wrong and get back on track. Let's forget the slip of my tongue and stay in this ignorant bliss of reverie.
All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room to check on his co-workers. He never functioned well by himself, and constantly needed support and guidance from others, so the thought of total solitude was terrifying to him...