Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.
Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.
Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending,
Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had 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 had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.
No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at 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 up from his desk and stepped out of his office.
Coward Ending
Closing Stanley's office door:
But Stanley simply couldn't handle the pressure.
What if he had to make a decision? What if a crucial outcome fell under his responsibility? He had never been trained for that! No, this couldn't go any way except badly.
The right thing to do now, Stanley thought to himself, is to wait. Nothing will hurt me. Nothing will break me. In here, I can be happy, forever. I will be happy.
Stanley waited. Hours passed. Then days. Had years gone by? He no longer had the ability to tell.
But the one thing he knew, for sure, beyond any doubt, was that if he waited long enough, the answers would come. Eventually, some day, they would arrive. Soon,
Very soon now, this will end. He will be spoken to. He will be told what to do. Now it's just a little bit closer. Now it's even closer. Here it comes..All Endings (excluding Coward Ending)
Stepping out of Stanley's office:
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.
All of his co-workers were gone. What.. *ahem* ..ah, excuse me.
How wonderful. Stanley was alone. Finally. This is great, he thought to himself. This is what I've wanted all along. I got what I wanted.
Stanley decided to go to the meeting room to check on his co-workers. He never functioned well by himself, and constantly needed support and guidance from others, so the thought of total solitude was terrifying to him.
All of his co-workers were... wait, no. This isn't the right office, is it? Is this Stanley's office?
'How long was I sitting there', Stanley wondered to himself. Minutes? Days? Centuries? Did something crucial happen while my senses were turned? He made a note to be more careful with time from now on.
A soft wind blew outside and perhaps rain started, and if it did it stopped shortly after. Stanley hoped that he would one day see weather.
Stanley this, Stanley that, Stanley this, Stanley that, Stanley this, Stanley that, Stanley this, Stanley that
Someone was following Stanley. He was sure of it. If he checked over his shoulder now, he would surely catch them. It was only a matter of time.
Even now, Stanley's office was a distant memory. What did it look like? There was a computer perhaps.. and a painting. Was it a painting, or a photo? He could no longer recall.
The meeting room, yes, that's where everyone would be. Stanley just needed to get to the meeting room and from then on he would never be alone ever again.
Just a step through this door, Stanley thought to himself, that's all I need. If I can make it through this door, I can make it through them all.
Already, this was uncomfortable, and Stanley decided that as soon as he found a new space he felt safe in, that he would never leave it again in his life.
Stanley had never seen the office this brightly lit. Was it a sign or something? He hoped it was. He hoped very much that it was.
'Wait', Stanley thought to himself. Am I sure that the orders stopped coming in? How is that possible? They never stopped. Surely I was mistaken. [Stanley returns to his office] No. No, the orders were still missing... for now.
I can't wait to tell this story to my co-workers, Stanley thought. How amusing they'll find it. Oh, won't we all just laugh and laugh at the time I thought everyone had gone missing.
Stanley knew the office layout like the back of his hand. It was only a matter of time before he found the others, wherever they were. Just a matter of time..
Standing in one spot
Stanley just stood there doing nothing at all. He seems to think I have nothing better to do with my time than to sit around and describe every facinating little detail of his inability to do anything. This is why Stanley and I are on such good terms.
Stanley stood for a long time in one spot. It's part of a game. He likes to see how long he can go without dying. So far he's doing excellent, and if he just stays right where he is, I'm sure he'll keep up that good momentum. Let's observe the genius at work.
Looking around
No matter how hard Stanley looked, he couldn't find a trace of his co-workers.
Touching things
Stanley went around touching every little thing in the office, but it didn't make a single difference, nor did it advance the story in any way.Click on door 430 5 times Achievement
Oh, please. Are you really just doing this for the achievement? Click a door five times? Is that all that you think an achievement is worth? No, no, no, no, no. I can't just give these merits away for such little effort. A measly five clicks? Now suppose you were to click the door 20 times. I would say that's the kind of effort that warrants recognition.

Hmm, I have to say I'm still not feeling the satisfaction of witnessing true effort for a noble cause. Perhaps 50 clicks will do it. Yes, almost certainly 50 clicks.

No, no. I'm-I'm still not feeling it. I- I want this achievement to have meant something. It has to be a true reward for valiant effort. I want to see some hustle, Stanley! I want to see commitment, a willingness to go all the way no matter what the cost! Why don't you go put 20 clicks into door number 417?

Oh, great. Now go click a few times on door 437.

Excellent! I think we're getting somewhere. Now door 415, let's give it 10 clicks or so.

Now back to door number 437!

Let's see. How about you click on... well, I don't know... the copy machine!

Alright, back to room 417! I'm really feeling it now, I think we're getting somewhere!

Okay, now go climb on Employee 419's desk!

Yes! This is great! You're putting it all on the line, Stanley, I like that! Alright, let's keep it up! Go give me a few clicks on door 416!

We've almost got it! Now the copy machine, do that one again!

Finish it off, Stanley! 5 CLICKS ON DOOR 430!

YES!!! WE DID IT! Oh, wow, that felt amazing. Oh, you really earned it, Stanley. Nothing could hold you back. Yes, I'm very proud of how far we've come today. Just think, only a few minutes ago, you believed an achievement was worth five little clicks. Really now, what were you thinking?

Studying room 417
Oh, and uh, I guess this is where Stanley felt he needed to be right now, in this little hallway. Here, with no distractions, to study room 417. Not to actually enter it, no no no no, that would be far too forward. Stanley wanted to know it from the outside - to see it not just with his eyes, but with his heart. He would know room 417 as no man or woman had ever known an office before. That ladder over there! *gasp* Oh, and that little picture of a horizon or something! It's all just a never ending parade of joy for Stanley.

Leaving the hallway
Ah, no, apparently not.

Out of Map Ending
Out of the map/Out of