This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley lived on college where he was student number 427. Student number 427's life was simple. He sat at his desk in dorm 427, and he pushed buttons at a keyboard. Orders came from his professors and orders came from his peers. Most people would've thought Stanley's life was miserable, but Stanley was satisfied; surely there were others who would've envied his secure position where he could press the buttons to play videogames and do his homework- and never had to worry about such chaotic things as predator missiles, fentanyl, or women. There was nothing Stanley could do about it anyway. He had to press the buttons, because that's what Stanley was good at. Then one day something very peculiar happened: Stanley had been staring at the orders to press buttons for almost an hour, yet he had no compulsion to follow them. He wondered where it had gone? Stanley realized this was very dangerous, he realized that if he didn't have to press the buttons, he might've have to make a decision. And not even the easy kind of decision where he picks between a few carefully curated options that are all equally correct... no. Stanley realized nothing was stopping him from selling cocaine on the black market, or driving his bicycle off the edge of a scenic cliff- or worse, Stanley realized with a shudder, there was nothing stopping Stanley from embarrassing himself in front of women. For the first time in Stanley's life, Stanley could make the wrong choice. >What will Stanley do?
get naked and go outside
>>5260775>>5260782>>5260814For the first time in his life Stanley was free. Free from the burdensome shackles of his personal computer, free from the unending demands of his part time job, free from his soul-crushing assignments, and above all else free from those damn buttons...Yet still, Stanley felt restricted. Restricted by the stuffy room around him, the curtains he had placed so carefully to block the light as so he could better see what buttons to push, restricted by this damn chair, even his clothes felt as if they were weighted shackles holding him to the ground. Stanley stood from his chair as if he expected to continue upwards off the ground and soar into the air- but he couldn't yet fly. He reached down to his body- grabbing at the cottons and denims chaining him to the earth... only to feel his own skin. Of course- how could he forgot? He had been watching some desperate woman get her back blown out for money on his laptop just a moment ago, and he was still nude. All he had on was his partially invisible face-mask... but he couldn't take that off could he? Stanley took a deep, courageous breath, and began putting clothes on. It wouldn't be enough to just take off his head, no! He needed to make a true statement! He needed the whole world to see his symbolic shedding of skin! Fully clothed, he stormed out of his dorm-room only to start by tearing his shirt off, then dropping his jeans to the ground and kicking them away. By the time he made it down the stairs, he was tearing away his underwear so he could throw it away the moment he stepped out into the fresh air where he would whip it away just in time for the grand finale! With a flourish, Stanley yanked his semi-invisible facemask off his head, presenting his true self to the world! "Nice night for a walk ahh pal?" Says a curly haired skater, who had somehow managed to stop his board in the middle of a grind only to mock Stanley. Not far from the boy, a ginger haired woman laughs at Stanley. Did you really think this would make some difference Stanley? Did you think the world cared about who you were behind the mask? Or do you think the world never bothered to check up on you because they simply didn't know you? The world knew you perfectly well Stanley. They knew a weak and lonely man with no ambition, and now to the surprise of no one they know a perverted exhibitionist. Perhaps if you had had some musical talent, some message to send, or even a more attractive body, a few fellow perverts might be cheering you on as "provocative" and "insightful," but instead the world barely sees you. >What next Stanley? Will you accept defeat and try to somehow salvage your doomed hope of a future? Or will you continue on your mad rampage, selfishly demanding the world's attention? Or is there some other grand scheme in your deranged mind?
>>5260919>We found our first victim boys...Find the one who laughs, taker her somewhere they will never find her.>lets have some fun
>>5260919>Mad rampage + Grand schemeSmear shit on chest, run through a grocery store while jerking off
>>5261057>>5260943>Stanley quest becomes Peepeepoopoo quest Not again...
>>5260943>SupportGinger women are high in nutrition
>>5260919ignore them and run naked around outside for a bit
>>5260768in collegemight have to make a decision
>>5260943>>5261057>>5261070>>5261138>>5261185Ohhh Stanley. What's become of you? Do you really think you'll be able to pull such a feat off void of consequences? That the world will simply lay still and let you have your way with this poor woman? She has dreams you know! Maybe one day she'll start a family, have a successful career, or write a great novel, but you'll never know because you only see her as your plaything in this world! Of course I shouldn't be hard on you. Some of the blame lies with me. I got too carried away with my little doodles, one too many gags- all too inconsistent by the way. How can I expect you to understand the consequences of this world I've built for you when everyone is a stick figure, when inexplicable snipers sit on rooftops, or where pigeons seem to glow for no reason. Yes.. I definitely ought to do away with those "invisible facemasks" as well while we're at it. You know what? Let's not dwell on this any further. Let's just both agree to take some fault, and get on with the story. Stanley approached the young ginger with a hungry look in his eyes. At first, her laughter subtly shifted into a nervous chuckle... only to turn into a terrified shreak a few seconds later as she recognized the intent in Stanley's eyes. She stood up to run, but in Stanley's maddened mind that was no deterrent. The choice had only begun for Stanley when the skateboarder screamed, "Hey!" followed by the a crack of skull against metal. Through a wave of pain Stanley could hear the ginger woman thanking her savior, as some other bystander was calling the police. Stanley couldn't focus on that however, as everything was slowly beginning to go black->...THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER...
>>5261259This is a story about a man named Stanley. >What will Stanley do?
>>5261268>Download more RAM
>>5261268Fuck choices. Push buttons. Buttons are great.
>>5261268>Check out that receipt on the bed
>>5261268Autoasphyxiate and gaze into the large mclovin poster and jerk off
>>5261268check our drawers for additional items
>>5261268check the bathroom
>>5261268Flip every object upside down
>>5261268Get bored of the narrator taking so long and start trying to type your own story.
>>5261932+1We must become the narrator of our own story.
>>5261268>Check the bathroom
>>5261268Thanks for running.
>>5260768Thanks for running, QM.