This is a story about a review of a game called The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe. Although been written before in 2013 about a not too less predecessor it was time to write one in more detail. But how? How could letters, words and sentences come magically into existence? Well, it can not. "Damn you!", cursed the review against the bodyless narrator. "I have so much to tell! The world needs to know." The review was getting angrier and angrier and as it started to look like a little pug with a constipation suddenly a man plopped into this reality. "Come on man! Write me!", yelled the review. And he did. But how could he write something that would spoil a lot of the fun? Is that even possible? It's like tying together 47 pidgeons to make yourself a makeshift wingsuit. People would love to see it but probably want to fly themselves. So what is The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe game about. It is doors. Yes doors. Sounds pretty boring, right. But is it? Imagine a world about world about a world about a world where every door can lead you to a fantastic world. Um... world. Think about decisions. Think about obeying. Think about following. Think about buckets. Wait what buckets? "Buckets?!", the guy thought. "Buckets???", the review wondered. "Buckets!?!", the narrator yelled out. Everything went dark. The poorly placed letters slowly began to blur. Silence. The review was irritated. This all for nothing? An empty review nonetheless? And suddenly a great white flash and in front of our uncommon trio five gophers in a trench coat imitating a pregnant woman riding a tandem bicycle through the rain holding a pizza, a hot dog and a 5.56x45mm Nato, gas-operated, magazine-fed M4 carbine shooting full metal jackets. All of them gazed at this spectacle like it was some sort of statue of liberty! And she was going to birth freedom! And this is it. Surprise. Crazyness. You never know what this game throws at you. It could be witty and snappy comments. It could be insane stuff you could never imagine like another hallway, even a door. Yes this once again a masterpiece of a [redacted] and everything I will say [redacted] is [redacted] and could even [redacted]