Papers, Please is all about the facts. Without them, there would be disorder, and the Arstotzkan government would surely frown upon that. As an Arstotzkan border control officer it’s your job to make sure no undesirables step foot on Arstotzkan turf. Every time you shout “Next!” is a new test, a new opportunity to fail, but ultimately another chance to question your morality. The majority of the people who step in front of you in your tiny sealed cubicle will be your average, run-of-the-mill citizens, simply seeking entry into Arstotzka. But it’s their stories, and the appearance of a few slightly questionable citizens, which shapes your choices here. Against all the facts that are the backbone to your work, your truly tough decisions will be made in a fog of ambiguity.