Quite Possibly My Favorite Part Of Stanley Parable Is When Stanley Says “it’s Stanley Time” And

Quite possibly my favorite part of Stanley Parable is when Stanley says “it’s Stanley time” and Stanleys all over the Narrator’s sanity.

That dang skip button pulls at my heartstrings every time. The poor ol’ guy just wants to ramble about manifestos and treatises and whatnot, but in a bid to make other people like him and his game, he lets who he really is be overlooked—trampled in the face of never-ending footsteps moving too fast to be moved by monologues. “Travel to the next dialogue line and cutscene, why don’t you, and cut me out of your life!”…is something the Narrator would probably say, if he had the will to do anything but beg that the button not be pressed again after being skipped over for the last year like an inmate forgotten in solitary confinement. You can skip the rambles, Stanley, but you can’t skip the angst!

It’s just too relatable. There’s probably at least one moral in there. I know I’d like to be listened to and believe there’s at least one person who wants to listen; one person willing to play my games. I know things have rarely gone well whenever I’ve let other people’s superficial opinions of who and what I should be dictate who I am; always left in the dust, rotting away for years.

Anyway, ramble over. Sometimes I wonder if TSP has released its hold on my brain, but then I’m reminded that the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the