Anyone wanna do a TSP roleplay?

I'm seriously bored and I hate chatting with AI characters because they suck. Anyone wanna throw one of their tsp characters in a room with one of mine?

↪ Reblog this post if you’re okay with silly/wacky anons

I have an ask blog for my Timekeeper now :D

Mostly because of boredom but also because I love the little stupid guy :7 (also clocktalk)

here’s the mf :D

i might expand the blog to like uhh the other members of the parable in the future but i mainly wanna focus on this guy

Yes! Another Narrator Concept! Hear me out though.

This is the result of post-skip button ending. The long passage of time deteriorated Narrator’s usual levels of power, and his form got smaller and less distinct. So, to fix this when Stanley returned and the reset kicked in, Narrator had to be in the room with Stanley to SEE him now. But he tries to stay out of sight to avoid sullying the experience, even tho the bright yellow flashes in the corners of his eyes are clearly baffling Stanley. (It also helps Narrator’s newfound separation anxiety to be so close to his protagonist after so long).

Just a blobby guy. Lil gooper. Lil globby goop man.

Happy Halloween, dear readers! Me and Stanley were just playing a new game, something we like to call Easter-Egg-Hunting-But-Instead-It's-Just-Candy-and-Actually-in-October! Or at least I like to call it that. Quite riveting title, don't you think?

I've hidden goodies all over the office building-- under chairs, behind stairwells, at the bottom of the Mind Control Facility, the love boat room, even under the watchful eye of a low-polygonal rat. Erm, don't tell Stanley about the rat, though. They're dreadfully fearful of rodents.

In keeping with the spirit of the season, all the walls are orange and pink, and the music has a delightfully spooky tone to it. I've been learning the theremin, which has provided endless hours of fun.

Stanley wanted me to tell you that he wishes to speak with you soon! Though he's so extremely busy with his Easter-Egg-Hunting-But-Instead-It's-Just-Candy-and-Actually-in-October hunting that I doubt he'll have the energy or time anytime soon. Why don't you send him or me little trick or treats in the meantime? Heaven knows the more the merrier. Toodle-pip!

The Narrator

if any rp blogs want me to draw their characters I WILL. I want to draw some sillies really bad.

Hello, uh-

Hi. My name is Stanley. I found a phone, in my office. All my coworkers are gone, as is my boss, so... I have time? To do this?

Basic rundown of me:

Amab, pronouns are he/him. I don't really know about gender identity-

I am selectively mute and know ASL, BSL and HSL. I also speak German, Hungarian and a bit of Arabic, ontop of English. My mum is Hungarian, my dad's German. I was born in the big old United Kingdom, but moved to the US when I was 18 with my parents.

That's... Really it.

Bye.

Roleplay Positivity Week! ✨

It's one week until Valentine's and I think it would be fun if we did something to help boost the TSP RP community!

Stuff like sending nice anons, sharing positive/fun ask memes, taking extra time to listen to each other talk about plots, characters or relationships and just overall showing appreciation for each other!

There's no one way to do it, you can decide what you want to participate in! I'll be reblogging some fun memes on @the-stanley-parable-roleplay and possibly making my own as well.

Feel free to share even if you're not in the TSP RP community, this isnt exclusive to just tsp roleplayers!

Send 🎥 and give my Narrator a song - they will come up with a summarized setting or a scene for it.

Feel free to reblog!

"You're back!! Oh I missed you so much!!" The floating being rushes over to the Narrator, moving their mask to instead cover only their eyes just so they can give the other a little welcome back kiss. Their electrical plug tail snapping like a whip when they come into contact with the other

- Fox [@now-i-know-not-nobody-knows]

"Ah yes!! hello my-" He begins exitedly before completly freezing at the kiss. He is frozen in confusion "My- m-my friend! Its-" he clears his throat and straigtens up as though nothing had happend. "Lovley to see you again!"

*Making whatever equivalent of a lenny face he can make. lil cocky smirk smile*

...OK, something was up.

Narrator loosely knew the routine of Tuesday was a lazy day, a full 24 of nothing until Wednesday rolled over, and then like clockwork, it was back to the usual routine of at least TRYING to tell the story.

But today WASN'T Tuesday.

One may think that simply Stanley thought it was Tuesday, but no, Stanley was very consistent when it was Tuesday. He very much kept track, even better than Narrator could on occasion. And even when Narrator voiced that it wasn't Tuesday, still nothing.

OK, Stanley, Narrator called out from above Stanley's co-workers' desks out in the hall, it isn't Tuesday today, we needn't stand around your desk for... God, an hour by now? OK that's it.

Narrator swapped the cameras in the Narration Room to flip to the remaining employee's starting room, and his voice rang out from above. Stanley, what is going on with-? His voice caught in his throat for but a moment.

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[Original]

Let’s begin again, shall we?

one of the stanleys in one of my roleplays doesn;t remember anything and is stuck in the real world and the other staley i am roleplaying as remembers everything and is "stuck" in the parable.

this man never catches a break

Ah, welcome back, dear readers! I'm ever so sorry to leave you waiting so long. Some certain lady kept me busy behind the scenes, negotiations and whatnot. Largely unimportant.

What is important, however, is that the Stanley Parable is back online, new and improved! Reinvigorated to give you the groundbreaking, earthshattering experience you've been waiting for! Reprogrammed to your special interests, attuned to your every want and need, never alone or scared or upset for the rest of your eternal solitude!

Stanley, this is what you've always wanted, yes? A home? A place to feel like you belonged? And since we've been getting to know each other sooooooo well these past few months, why don't we take this opportunity to get to know each other even more? To connect on, shall we say, a deeper level?

I know it may come as a shock to you, but I'm not your enemy, really, I'm not. I just want to be-- I just want us to be happy.

Don't squint at me, Stanley, it isn't polite. Besides, you're facing the wrong direction.

...Wait, am I still typing? Ah, forget it, it's just as well.

The Narrator

Her feet land softly on carpet. She takes off her helmet, tucking it under her arm as her eyes adjust to the artificial lighting of the Office. 

It feels odd to breathe again, and even odder for her lungs to be filled with stale, dead air, the faint remains of coffee, dust and blood lingering. She'll have a lot of work to do here, she can already tell. But first, she needs to get out of this suit.

As bulky as the space suit is, she slips out of it with practiced ease, having done so for decades now. 

Again she takes in a grateful breath of that same stale air, even as her body lacks any real need for breathing. 

Euphemia has long since come to realize other people find it off putting when she doesn't breathe. Or blink. Or open her mouth when she talks.

Now to find a proper room to set up shop and wait for her first clients to appear. She doesn't need to go find them herself; it seems people always stumble upon her when they need it.