Do you ever feel like a prisoner of your own life, where you think you have free will over the things that you do, but in reality you do them because you have to do them? Did you ever really have a choice when you were walking in a forest and had to choose between two diverging paths, or was this all pre-determined in the first place? You chose the path on the left because it was grassy and wanted wear. You wanted to take the road less travelled by, thinking this would make all the difference, thinking this would break you out of the cycle. But what if these thoughts were all one big fantasy; only illusions clouding up in your mind? What if you were stuck in an adventure with an end that has no end? Well dear sirs, I think you are ready. Welcome to The Stanley Parable.