• Stanley Parable Game
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STANLEY KEYPAD CODING INSTRUCTIONS. FEATURES READ ALL INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY BEFORE BEGINNING. The CodeKey Entry System is a wall-mounted, battery-operated keypad that allows anyone to operate the garage door opener as long as that person enters a specific 4-digit ACCESS CODE which is programmed by the owner.

Right-click on the game name in Steam, and go to 'Properties'. Click on 'Set Launch Options', and type '-dev -console'. While playing the game, press ~ to display the console window. Then, type one of the following codes and press [Enter] to activate the corresponding cheat function:

1. Type the correct code before the narrator tells you it - narrator complains at you and plays you hidden music. Back out of the boss's office as the door closes - bugs out the game, but returning to Stanley's Office reveals the Escape Ending. Type 8888 on keypad - gets the 888888 achievement.
2. Having clicked on a link to this article, be it from another article or from a search results page, the reader began to read the description. The Stanley Parable is a 2011 Environmental Narrative Game, which began life as a modification of Valve Software's Source engine. It is now also a standalone release on Steam (and later, Humble Bundle), colloquially known as the 'HD Remix', which was.

Follow the path from the start. Go through the left door, then go forward to the elevator in the large warehouse room. While riding the lift, drop down onto the catwalk below. Continue down this secret path, and enter the blue door. Then, enter the blue door two more times. Turn around to find the hidden blue door. A mini-game to save a baby will begin, and the narrator will tell Stanley to press the big red button for four hours. After pressing it for approximately one hour, a second button will appear for a puppy. You will then need to alternate between pressing both buttons for the remaining time. Successfully complete this mini-game to unlock a special ending.

Successfully complete the indicated task to unlock the corresponding achievement. To view your achievements and stats in Steam, select 'Community', 'My profile', 'View all my games', then the game and view stats.

8888888888888888: Follow the narrators orders up to the bosses office. When at the number pad at the wall, press '8888' twice in a row.
Achievement: This is an achievement.
Beat the game: Complete The Stanley Parable.
Click on door 430 five times.: Click on door 430 five times.
Commitment: Play The Stanley Parable for the entire duration of a Tuesday.
Go outside: Don't play The Stanley Parable for five years.
Speed run: Complete The Stanley Parable in under 4 minutes 22 seconds (not including load times)
Unachievable: It is impossible to get this achievement.
Welcome back!: Quit the game and then start it again.
You can't jump: No seriously, we disabled it.

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Good morning employee 432. Please press 'S' on your keyboard.

An attenuated finger worked its purpose, and faithfully flew across to the faded key.

Good! Now press 'N' on your keyboard.

The action was repeated, as its owner let his eyes glaze over.

His work was necessary.

Good! Now press 'L' on your keyboard.

His work was important.

Good! Now press 'G' on your keyboard.

Minutes - no, hours passed with the same monotonous function. Get a message. Press a key. Receive a reward. Repeat.

…

How long had he spent here, sitting in this chair? Stanley started to ponder on this thought when it simply vanished in front of him. No, he thought. It doesn't matter. Only the work mattered.

It continued on like this for an extended period of time, almost forever, it seemed-

-that is until a dry British narration suddenly wormed its way into his ear.

'Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.'

The office worker twisted his body in fear. Who was this strange person, and why were they talking about him? He waited, but nobody came. The voice only continued to narrate his every action, as if it was some practical joke by his co-workers. For just a moment, he was content with his rationalization.

'Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.'

No, how could it be them? Stanley had never maintained any sort of meaningful conversation with anyone in particular, certainly not memorable enough to warrant someone wasting their time by talking about him.

Wait - continuing on that thought, where were his co-workers? Had he even seen them at all in his morning trek? Stanley attempted to calm himself by turning to the warm familiarity of the monitor, only to be slapped with a darkened screen.

'..when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.'

The man was right. Petrified by his own confusion and fear, Stanley simply stared at it, hoping that an order would come soon and that he would not have to worry any longer. And yet, something inside him encouraged him to listen and stand up for his own, to investigate the source of this anomaly. Surprisingly enough, he listened.

'But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.'

Slowly but surely, Stanley stood up from the well-worn swivel chair and peered out of the door, meeting a dead silent room full of cubicles, paperwork, and half finished lattes. It was truly against his better judgment, but this man's voice pulled him out of the confines of his workspace, and into the hallway.

'All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.'

He was sure that they were here just an hour beforehand, the sea of Hellos and How are yous comforting him in the relative closeness of his office. But now, absolutely nothing. 'The man had a point in suggesting Stanley's next destination' Stanley mused, as he continued to walk down the beige hallways, contemplating the still-warm mugs and flashing screens. Yes, there was no reason for Stanley to be worried. Everyone was alright. Nothing was wrong with him.

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

The man above couldn't even finish his sentence before a determined Stanley had already passed three other doors in a row. If this sudden disappearance was, in fact, a meeting, Stanley would have been considered late. It was probably being held by very important people, whose impressions would affect his career, and by extension, the rest of his life.

Painting after painting was seen, then forgotten about a few seconds later without much thought invested into it. It took a bit of legwork, but Stanley finally reached his destination, and took a breath to relax-

yet there was not a single person here either.

Stanley's mouth was left agape. How could this be? If his co-workers were not at their desks, and not in their meeting rooms, then.. something was horribly wrong. Something that Stanley was absolutely not skilled enough to find the truth to on his own. And so, Stanley prepared himself to return back to his cramped desk, back to the soothing safety of his monitor. This idea went as far as a few steps, then stopped abruptly. There was no one here that could know about things like this, save for his boss.

His boss.

That was the key! Stanley charged out of the meeting room, past the alluring broom closet, and up the hollow metal stairs, clanging his worn loafers against them. This was it! If anyone knew what had been going on, it would be his boss! Stanley had never spoken with them before, but he knew the other would understand. They would send him back to the warm embrace of the orders on his monitor screen. He would be happy.

And when he respectfully pushed open the doors, he found his answer: not even his boss was in the building. It was almost as if some accidental apocalypse had stolen everyone away, leaving only a rather confused Stanley and the commanding voice above.

'What he could not have known was that the keypad behind the boss's desk guarded the terrible truth that his boss had been keeping from him.' The voice exclaimed. 'and so the boss had assigned it an extra secret pin number: 2-8-4-5.'

In spite of the recent revelation, Stanley's feet were rooted to the ground, like some type of fern. His mind was still stuck to the fact that no one was present. He knew that at least the janitor and a few employees must have been present for all seven days of the week, including himself, ruling out the possibility of it just being a Saturday. Stanley began to muse further.

However, the voice was not one that enjoyed watching a man standing motionless, so he cleared his throat and repeated the code, with more force: '2-8-4-5.'

Thankfully, this was enough to pull Stanley out of his stupor as he shook his head and shifted towards the keypad in the back.

A beam of sweat inched its way down his forehead.

2.

Was he really meddling through his boss's possessions?

8.

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4.

A trembling finger reached out, hovering over the last button before Stanley squinted his eyes shut and pushed forward.

5.

Stanley tensed his body together and pulled the arm back in, fully expecting some alarm to go off, or for security to come bolting in, screaming like banshees. Thankfully, the only booming noise in the room was the sound of a panel pushing back, then zooming away into the ceiling as the voice peaceably stated: 'Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Stanley happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing.' Stanley could almost hear the voice's eyes roll.

After stepping through the gap in the wall, Stanley waded his way through the harshly lit room until he stumbled into a metal cage – or, an elevator, as he took a closer look. He was so enveloped in the fact that his boss contained this secret area from all of them that he did not notice the fact that the elevator already was halfway down its desired path nor that the voice was speaking once more.

'Descending deeper into the building, Stanley realized he felt a bit peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in his chest, as though he felt more free to think for himself, to question the nature of his job.' The voice had grown deeper and more foreboding, but Stanley could still detect a hint of… something in his voice. He seemed to be enjoying himself. The office worker decided to have a conversation with this man once this whole business was sorted out, to see who he really was, and why he decided it was important to dictate every movement Stanley had made so far.

'Stanley walked straight ahead, through the large door that read: 'Mind Control Facility.' As the voice was elaborating on said action, Stanley turned his gaze to the left, to a metal wall with scarlet spray paint entailing the words: ESCAPE. He considered taking this route, if only but for a moment, then stored it away in some part of his brain while continuing with his journey.

What looked to be miles upon miles of television screens encased the circular wall of the room. Each reflected the single dim light that hung high above, causing what would be a darkened room to fill with a blaring white shine. This fact annoyed Stanley, as he could not look ahead in his path without immediately having to look back down, so he did what he normally does: press a button. This one rested on a circular beam, protruding in such a way as if waiting to be activated. Stanley hoped this would at least turn the light off - musing that complete darkness was better than the possibility of being totally blinded. Right as he pushed it down, the overhead light dimmed while every single screen roared to life. Although Stanley was pleased that the room wasn't quite as blindingly bright, his mouth still drew wide in horror.

One screen displayed the abandoned desk of employee 432. Another, the work area of 187. Still yet, his closed space was tucked away between 426's and 428's offices. Each employee's personal pains and struggles, reduced to mere images on a screen. And still, the naming of the room stuck to his thoughts: Mind Control Facility. Who could bring themself to steer the lives of so many people in such a secretive way? Stanley pulled his arms in close and quickened his pace. The thought made him feel too sick to even think about.

By the time he had found another elevator ( round, like the abhorrent room it was in ), the voice had waded through another monologue, this time reflecting on Stanley's apparent disgust and confusion: 'His own life in someone else's control? It was unthinkable, wasn't it? Was it even possible? Had he truly spend his entire life utterly blind to the world?'

The metal elevator reached its apex, an expansive room with a plethora of colorful buttons. Stanley stepped out of the elevator, his steps getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

'But here was the proof. The heart of the operation, controls labeled with emotions: 'happy' or 'sad' or 'content'.'

The office worker let his eyes linger over each button before gradually switching over to the next. It was true. He wasn't happy at all in his job. At least, not entirely. No, he and everyone else were manipulated to let the monotonous nature of their jobs seem to be worthwhile, even pleasurable. They had all been trapped here under false pretenses, and Stanley felt determined to stop it. Enraged, he marched onwards towards a set of two raised buttons solely labeled 'OFF' and 'ON'. Before the voice could even finish what he was saying, Stanley pounded his hand into the former, shutting down the machine, the computers, and every light around him. Even the voice had halted his speech.

A few moments passed, and yet he still stood in this hollow void. As he waited for something to happen, he pondered on his earlier statement about darkness and quickly retracted it.

Suddenly, the voice reappeared with a new fervor: 'Yes!'

Light penetrated the room as one of the walls slowly split open, revealing the cardboard trees and plastic grass outside. A hidden fan blew a cool breeze in Stanley's direction, enticing him to step forward. He took another step, then one more, then finally one right out of the office building.

Smiling, he looked up to the sun lamp above.

'And Stanley was happy.'

The Narrator released the button next the microphone, crossing his arms and peering quietly at how the office worker bumbled around the area, feeling the fake bark on the trees and pressing his worn shoes against the gravel. He felt… unsatisfied.

Was this it? Really? After all the hard work he had done, the whole charade only lasted for, what, five minutes!? The man huffed and let an aggravated eye landed on the protruding RESET button next to him. He had never considered it to be useful before, mainly since its intended purpose was left unknown to him, but now…

He shouldn't do it.

Even if it did send the story back to the beginning like he thought, it was already over. He had lived through it. Let Stanley be happy. The Narrator was almost content with this rationalization before he hit head first into a mental wall.

Err - real wall, as Stanley rubbed his forehead. The freedom he had sought was fake, the Narrator noted, as the sun lamp flickered and sparked. Would it really be better to condemn his character to this tiny room, proclaiming how he had 'won'? No! It would be anything but heinous not to indulge in the story at least one more time.

Yes, just one more time.

The Narrator leaned forward and pushed a button.

Behind his back, a computer screen flashed, then displayed a phrase.

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Stanley felt betrayed.

The second time he woke up in his office, he assumed it was a dream, that the cooling air had knocked him out and he was just reliving his adventure. He followed the voice's orders as per the previous time, ending up in the same comforting outside. He closed in eyes in anticipation, and instead of waking up in the grass, he rose from his desk. Again.

Then, he cobbled together another explanation. Maybe this was only going to repeat for a certain number of times, that he'd finally be released into the open world once it was done. Maybe it was 5 times. No. Of course not. 8? No. Maybe 20 then. No.

By the 30th try, he realized that the 'freedom room' was just a square box with painted walls and a light, just like his office.

By the 31st, he realized he was never getting out.

Why hadn't the voice mentioned this? He was supposed to be his friend, his guide, not some unexplained phenomena that trapped him in this loop. After the 8th, he had tried to reason with him, tried to get some bloody answer on why he couldn't escape.

He was met with dead silence until he pushed a button, then they continued on as usual, the voice having a slight tremor to it.

Now, he stood in front of an ON and OFF again, his eyes going straight down the middle.

'Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert its terrible power over another human life. For he would dismantle the controls once and for all.' The message dulled into mush in his head, as he had heard it spoken so many times before. Out of routine, his hand leered towards the OFF, nearly pressing it down - before he hastily shifted it over to the right. Lights flickered as the machine whirred to life.

Why should he listen to this man, who so oft' lulled him to the same room, the same narration, the same sleep in which he was transported back to his dingy office? It was all just the same, over and over again. And he would have to do something new to break it.

The Narrator gasped and drew back in his chair. Had Stanley actually.. disobeyed? He honestly did not know that was possible. It was his story, his character, why should he have to give it up so Stanley could have a little temper tantrum? Well, fine. If he wanted something new, he'd get something new.

'Oh, Stanley. You didn't just activate the controls, did you?'

The Narrator started typing code into his computer.

'I'm afraid you don't have the power you think you do; for example, and I think you'll find this pertinent: Stanley suddenly realized that he had just initiated the network's emergency detonation system.'

Enter. His lips curled up.

'In the event that this machine is activated without proper DNA identification, nuclear detonators are set to explode, eliminating the entire complex.'

The facility wasn't really going to blow up, he'd never do that to his story. No, The Narrator thought as he rested a finger on the RESET button. He just needed to teach Stanley a lesson. He needed Stanley to know that going against his instruction would not go without consequence.

'How long until detonation then? Hmm… let's say, um.. two minutes.'

A red countdown clock replaced the relatively calm MIND CONTROLS IDLE.

2:00 remaining.

Stanley, of course, didn't know this. He sprinted across the room like a headless chicken, trying to think up some way to halt the countdown, or at least escape. He first tried the glowing red button near the ON-OFF area. A moment's wait… nothing. Maybe the numbered ones will help him. Pressin 5? Still nothing. Perhaps just the 8 button? Nothing but a growing feeling of helplessness.

1:30 remaining. Microsoft composite battery driver missing.

'Ah!' The Narrator proclaimed. 'Mere moments until the bomb goes off, but what precious moments each one of them is! More time to talk about you, about me where we're going, what all this means… I barely know where to start!' His blatant, heartless sarcasm was rising with Stanley's anger. 'You'd like to know where your co-workers are? Alright, I'm in a good mood, and you're going to die anyway.' He put some extra emphasis on 'die', trying to see if it would make Stanley squirm.

'I erased them.'

It was a partial truth. They existed in one of his drafts, he had written over 20, before deciding they weren't needed and scrapping them.

Stanley was taken back. He had done this!? The one who he assumed was a friend, someone who had been leading him started this whole thing? Hurt flashed across his eyes before it melted back to a shield of anger.

The yellow button didn't work either.

0:50 remaining.

'I have to say this, though, this version of events has been rather amusing. Watching you try to make sense of everything and take back the control wrestled away from you… it's quite rich. I almost hate to see it go!' He laughed and glanced back at the countdown.

'My goodness! Only thirty-four seconds left… but I'm enjoying this so much! You know what? To hell with it. I'm going to put some extra time on the clock; why not! These are precious additional seconds, Stanley. Time doesn't grow on trees.'

0:26 remaining.

1:46 remaining

'Oh, dear me, what's the matter, Stanley?' The voice purred its words and rested his cheek against his hand. 'Did you just assume when you saw that timer that something in this room was capable of turning it off?'

Stanley scowled. He knew that the other was probably right - there would be no way to halt the timer. But, what point to there was standing around, waiting for death to take him? Besides, it wasn't like he had been entirely truthful this entire time.

Green button? No.

The elevator? Refuses to move.

This keypad? No.

The door? Locked and shut.

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'Hahaha, heh, Stanley… you're in for quite a disappointment.' Stanley internally groaned and quickened his pace. This would be easier if the other would just shut up and stop gloating.

0:15 remaining.

'I will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life, from the moment we fade in until the moment I say: Happily Ever-'

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