SO I was thinking…
Picture a post-apocalyptic world. Nuclear holocaust. The radiation has mutated the population into dog people. The society they form is maternal. Women are revered, and adored for their voices, what the non-mutated survivors refer to as a “wail.” The survivors that weren’t mutated are thought of as slaves. As property. They’re referred to as “male” and “female.” The royalty (all female) commonly take concubines. The servants bring in the male concubine and….
Here’s the male
It never fails
It makes me wanna wag my tail
When it comes I wanna wail
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!
In The Stanley Parable, Finding The Story Is The Game
At its core, the game is an existential experience for both the player and Stanley, the game’s pseudo protagonist (but we’ll get to that). The game is also an examination, albeit a humorous one, of choice and free will in video games.
It’s an opinion column, wrapped in an adventure game, wrapped in a piece of interactive fiction; a gaming Turducken if you will.
npr:
wnyc:
Dear headline writers — SHUT IT DOWN. You’re not going to top this, about a cop, last name Bacon,
who accepted scallops as a bribe, who accused someone of accepting scallops as a bribe.-Jody, BL Show-
clap. clap. clap.
I can’t.
Woah
4/3/04, met the “girl of my dreams,” turns out to be the second worst decision of my life.
4/3/13, met the girl of my dreams.
My dearest Andy. Joining this army was a terrible mistake. The captain makes us hydrate until we’re sick. The other men make fun of my soft womanly hands. War is Hell.
Love, Conan [video]
