The-stanley-parable

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on the left.

"Perhaps you’re waiting for a sign," the Narrator continued, his tone shifting toward a forced joviality. "A dramatic swell of music? A shimmering golden path? I’m afraid the budget for this particular branch of reality didn't cover such extravagances. It’s just you, me, and a very standard wooden door." Stanley turned around and walked back toward his office. the-stanley-parable

The Narrator went quiet. The office hummed with the sound of phantom air conditioning. Stanley sat, perfectly still, finally alone. He had never been happier. Then, he reached out and pressed '8'. "," the voice boomed. "Oh, you absolute bastard ," the Narrator whispered. When Stanley came to a set of two

Stanley continued to stare. A single pixel on the screen flickered. A shimmering golden path

Stanley sat down. He did not press '8'. He simply stared at the monitor.

"Oh, for heaven’s sake," the Narrator sighed, the sound of ruffling papers audible in the void. "We’re doing this again, are we? The 'Silent Protagonist Rebellions' phase. Very original, Stanley. I’m sure the audience is on the edge of their seats, wondering if you’ll sit back down at desk 427 and press '8' until your fingers bleed."