"This is the story of a man named Stanley.
Stanley work in 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 the keyboard. Orders came to him through the monitor at his desk; telling him what buttons to push, how long the push them and in what order. This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year. And although others might have considered it soul-winning, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in. As though he have been made exactly for this job. And Stanley... was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realized that not single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to given him instructions, call a meeting or even say: "Hi." Never in all his years of the company had this happened; this complete isolation.
Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got from his desk and stepped out of his office."
Stanley work in 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 the keyboard. Orders came to him through the monitor at his desk; telling him what buttons to push, how long the push them and in what order. This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year. And although others might have considered it soul-winning, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in. As though he have been made exactly for this job. And Stanley... was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realized that not single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to given him instructions, call a meeting or even say: "Hi." Never in all his years of the company had this happened; this complete isolation.
Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got from his desk and stepped out of his office."
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vi o game numa thread no twitter de "jogos para estudantes de letras" e não sei o quanto a intenção de quem fez a thread era meme ou genuína mas realmente bateu alguma coisa.
o narrador pode ser um autor que perdeu o controle sobre a sua obra... mas também pensei que poderia ser um leitor projetando suas expectativas sobre ela. indo um cadinho mais longe talvez uma luta entre uma linha interpretativa mais ortodoxa e outra mais "viajada"...?
enfim, faz pensar um cado sobre os rumos e os sentidos que as histórias tomam. acho que é mais uma visual novel altamente interativa do que um jogo jogo (?) de toda forma é um metacomentário feito de uma forma interessante
o narrador pode ser um autor que perdeu o controle sobre a sua obra... mas também pensei que poderia ser um leitor projetando suas expectativas sobre ela. indo um cadinho mais longe talvez uma luta entre uma linha interpretativa mais ortodoxa e outra mais "viajada"...?
enfim, faz pensar um cado sobre os rumos e os sentidos que as histórias tomam. acho que é mais uma visual novel altamente interativa do que um jogo jogo (?) de toda forma é um metacomentário feito de uma forma interessante