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The Price Of Flesh: First Play though Blog Post
This is going to be a blog post updated during my first ever playthrough of The Price of Flesh by @gatobob! I was gifted the game for christmas by my lovely partner, so let's start off the blog! THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE GAME!
My experience will be below the cut. I'll also just continuously update this as I experience more of the game until my first ever ending. Unless I die quickly that is lolz Enjoy!
First session in game: nice soundtrack. im excited
THIS GAME HAS PRONOUNS UM YES PLEASE IM THEY/THEM THANK YOU VERY MUCH GATO FOR THE PRONOUNS also sexual stuff is on for this playthrough!
after going through the starting quiz i got sold to the lady in blue for 200! thats fun! i know little to nothing about these characters so im so excited
oh my hello celia. MAN GATOS ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD MMMMMM
i see her butt when she gets a phone call. very good cake
the UI is quite different from BTD. i kinda like the inventory and stuff. pretty neat
didnt struggle after celia left. dont wanna get in trouble with the big lady O.O ok so i do not like my hands bound behind my back, but i wont fight cause am scared of big lady lolz ok so i played along and now shes um..... shes.... 0///0 oh man shes uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fjdksfhsdkhgkldgkdslfjklsd ok ok she unlocked my handcuffs. i did look around and got a key and a hairpin. i dont think ill try to escape. trying to escape when you know little to nothing about your captor (only first game playthrough) is basically instant death. my food is at 0....... energy, health and sanity are all just a bit lower than normal tho so thats good. sit on the floor like a good boy and get some food yay! am a hungry pup
i am a mouse. not a pup. got it. but am precious owo. alone in the room again tho... so sad
a present for me? on christmas? nice! but idk whats in the box......
DOUGHNUTS OMG THE ART LOOKS SO YUMMY IM SO HUNGRY AAAAAA
2 doughnuts is like my max irl. i am so glad im not actually eating these irl lolz
slept after the doughnuts and now im in a new room????
oh mommy shes on top of me!!!!!
its a knife.... first time bleeding this game tho!!
b-black lace panties......
OH MY WHAT A DRAWING I FOR SOME REASON DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE THAT DETAILED OR EVEN UNCENSORED WHAT WAS I EXPECTING??? >//////<
honestly tho.... ive kinda always wanted to try going down on a girl.....
IM TOO SCARED TO LEAVE I DONT WANNA DIE BUT I JUST KEEP CLICKING STAY HERE AND REPEATING AAAAA
HAROLD? CELIA? KNIFE AT MY NECK? am too shocked to speak
TwT im so happy she respected my pronouns even tho its the heat of a very tense argument right now
uhhh....... i died...... he shot me......
i wasnt expecting to die so quickly honestly. well i guess thats my first playthrough lolz let me know if i should do a blog for the first playthrough of each of the main characters!
boy why you so MEOWWWWW
I made this for a friend!!! Since she gifted me the game! She really likes Celia 😏
Man this pose was hard for me to draw gotta learn more perspective stuff :p
Celia belongs to @gatobob
I wrote this jokingly 😉TPOF spoilers, Machete x reader- Sucker ending
▪︎ Warning: Oral technically, death, machete being machete, gender neutral reader, desperation. Word count: 1474. - 10th june 2022
You were slowly dehydrated. Oh that wasn't all.
Throat painfully parched when swallowing, grimness all over your skin, the air was unbearably hot and humid as the morning sun, there barely any strength left in you as you continued huffing and running, probably looking like a fish out of water, across the desert sand.
Blindly going in any direction for cover, to survive, to escape, to find a place to hide; from them. The hunters.
You've been lucky so far while waiting it out in the fissure, cooling yourself down, doing breathing exercises that did little to help but distracted you at least. Everything was going to be fine. So you hoped until nearby, a bone chilling scream ripped through the peaceful silence, closely followed by a man's rugged laugh.
Squeezing your eyes shut to the world and noises of struggles, you felt yourself shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–' the only mantra you recited over and over in soft breaths, a crushing guilt weighing in your heart at the fact you didn't do anything.
'You knew you could've save someone, instead you chose to be a coward': said the furious voice inside. You chose to unhear it, automatically blaming yourself for everything that happens was just going to chip away at your sanity— so you willingly became a coward. Surviving suddenly became a top priority.
You stayed a little longer in a fetal position, long enough to see the sky dyed orangery with trails of yellow and red. Not knowing the screams had stopped at some point in time, the footsteps too. Yet you still hear it from time to time on repeat in your head.
One prey down, meaning including you, 3 was left. Mentally speaking, with each passing heart beat, hour or minute or however much time had passed by, you practically could feel your luck was running out.
In trying to get up to check whether you were truly alone, you fell accidentally onto your butt from your knees buckling. Hah. Is this how a heatstroke feels like? A grimaced smile appeared on your face as you stifled a laugh, It was morbidly comedic in a way.
From the dusty sand beneath your fingertips, the cooling breezes whipping by, and the pulsating dryness in your chest, dried sweat on your forehead. Reality couldn't feel any more realer as you stared into the setting sun.
Nothing felt real to you in that moment. A small blessing.
The outdoors was never an option you'd consider, too terrifying to imagine even camping; the unpredictability of nature and many dangers of the wilderness, the idea of not being alone in the middle of anywhere unsettled you to no ends— noisy bugs and critters at night, no doubt waiting to crawl inside your safety tent when left unguarded— those thoughts made fear rush through your blood that would've kept you up from enjoying any activities.
It wasn't just a preference to stay within your comfort zone in a cozy air-conditioned office or to spend your vacation days lazing inside with some books and family bonding, this introverted lifestyle chose you and you couldn't dare imagine it changing… But sometimes, a cruel part of yourself lets your mind wander off to the "what if?" scenarios— a torture to think about, an absolute nightmare.
Though running for your life in the desert, legs heavy, burning feet digging in the sand and dirt for leverage, there was no denying you were having a nightmare right now. Then you just need to wake up.
Simple.
Impossible, in your current exhausted condition, it's not as if you had any choice as you woke up less clothed than the night before, being auctioned off like an object in the dark then waking up once again in the worst place possible. The desert.
Ever since you were little you never liked the heat, to be fair that wasn't the only thing you disliked. Somewhat of a personal vendetta against the sun and anything related to the outside world.
You couldn't help it, comfort had been your priority, always. Maybe you've been spoiled for far too long.
Involuntarily you shivered, whether from the gut wrenching hunger or thirst, all sensations within your body blurred together. And in another moment, you realized at the same time as the icey-chill seeping into your bones, it was already night. Though looking around, no one was in sight, it wouldn't be wise to stick around one area.
With that in mind, you groggily got up, arms cramping, thankful your appetite had disappeared and your entire focus shifted to making it across to the camp site where it all started. Surely there should be some water and food stored if the hunters bothered setting up a shelter, right?
Your mouth salivated at the thought and a drool slipped past the corner of your dry lips before you hurriedly sucked it back into your mouth, desperate not to lose anymore moisture. This strengthened your resolve to push through the dark and sneak
right into the empty campsite despite the crepting fear of being caught slowing down your pace.
It didn't matter to you anymore the second you entered the ring of campfires light, basking in the warmth unfreezing your entire shivering body and reviving inside you, a new hope.
Your head felt clearer than ever and with a stronger hold onto what's left of your sanity, you objectively went to finding something to drink; scrambling through the opened wooden boxes, digging past rolls of rope that left scratchy souvenirs on your hands, unbranded bottles of alcohol and beers that seemed untouched.
Hurry, hurry, find it. Time was tiking and you felt watched by the shadows around you, even your own, casted by the campfire ominously. Where was it?! Water. Water. Wa. . .
A rustling of the tent fabric emgered in the precipice of your vision, and instinctively you ceased all actions immediately. Like a frightened animal, flight was your very first response. That slight movement startling you backwards and made you tripped over your own feet pathetically. Falling onto the cold sand on your side, the awkward angle numbing your arm in crushing pain.
"You won't be able to run." The plain masked man said, no, stated it like a set truth.
It probably was when your state was a heaving tired animal, maybe it was best to surender. . . You saw how cleanly he chopped a head off, it guaranteed a painless death, and so you turned slowly in his direction. And shakily looking up, saw him.
Machete. The only hunter without an animalistic themed mask, a blank slate covering his entire face.
His nickname was fitting, considering that his weapon is a machete, the very one he used to demonstrate his bloodlust at the beginning of the hunt. You'll never be able to forget that silver glint shinning in pure sunlight before severing a poor girl's head clean in the middle of the other hunters' 'fun,' disrupting them from further indulgence.
And when you made eye contact, the bright moon shone behind him, and that predatory look in his almond eyes drove you crazy right there and then. A burning hatred in them, starving and . Warming your cheeks as you closed your thighs subconsciously, the fluttering in your chest grew too much beyond a deafending amount. The feeling way too familiar for you not to recognize the signs.
Damn it. You just had to get a crush in the worst timing, in the worst situation in the history of your life.
He gave you nothing more than blank stares, then a finale look over before dragging his weapon over to you. The game of cat and mouse was over. You were dead meat, literally if you don't do something.
"P—please! I'll even su—suck your dick," you yelled out clinging to his pants, half in frustration and pleading. "I—I want to live." You became a blabbering mess, puffy swollen eyes and helpless tears and hiccups.
For the sake of self preservation, in that close second you experienced to death's door your brain folding into itself panicking to come up with a solution. Sell yourself. Whatever it takes to stay alive. Your body was useful.
Something in that weak plea of yours must've worked since the masked man stopped dead in his tracks, body language almost shocked at your desperation on display. You took it as a good sign and with the strength of adrenaline in you, you fiercely tugged and pulled down the side of his pants till his mid-thighs were exposed while he was still frozen, revealing the flaccid of what you wanted in the moonlight.
The shock must've wore off of him when you saw his large rough hand try to grab your head. "Sto—"
But you were quicker, faster than he expected as you blindly latched onto his penis like a starving leech, stuffing your mouth full of him. Mouth stuck to him, breathing finely though your nose while vacuum-sealling his fate.
In hindsight you really should've offered your own body instead of forcing yourself onto him— maybe that would've changed his mind.
The last thing you heard before seeing the g the sky upside down was a raggedy exhale of pleasure. ". . . For your sake, it's better this way."
-The End: You died(Joke Ending): You sucked-
😭🙏🏻 Wrote this for fun- Only prologue available to read so far! Bless yall, TPOF COMMUNITY WOO
😤💖 I spent 2 days straight (doing the smart/lazy method) watching tpof youtube videos and observing Derek's behavior with characters and his actions... Yalll, he is actually the most giving out of the 3 captors... #tpof spoiler, think of the action!!! Also Loveee the writing in the game, I kept being mesmerized by how immersive and amazing the pacing was!! ☺😅 I'll try to keep writing!! >:D Remember guys, this is just kinda headcanon stuff, Just a guilty pleasure story so sit tight anddddd I hope yall enjoy!!
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