Lies Of P Overture - Blog Posts

Dlc theory for lies of p ,Minor spoilers, you have been warned

Okay, so I have a small theory on when/at what point in the game we start the dlc as well as how we acess it, and It has to do with the cat - humanity to be specific...

So I'm not the only one who's noticed, but we seem to have a friendly relationship with the cat; alongside showing more physical acts of emotion in some parts of the trailer.

Now it's established in the game that we have the best relationship with the cat when our humanity is more or less maxed out by the end of the game (when we are able to get the golden lie). So it's reasonable to believe that if the dlc follows the same rules as the game, then we likely access the dlc at the end of the game before we start ng+.

Another thing, something I and many others believe is that the golden stargazer is how we access the dlc because of how it currently reacts when we interact with it. Now, going back to my original point with the golden lie, it's my belief that we are going to use it to access the stargazer and start the dlc. My main reasoning is the weapon's behaviour when starting an ng+ run with it. Unlike other weapons, it's still linked to your humanity and is consequently reverted to a duller state which you can grow back by gaining humanity.

Now, it could be a dev oversite. However, since the only time we're going to use it is in ng+ (as well as 1-2 bosses before), I feel like it was intentional. Now, if let's say a maxed out golden lie (which requires max humanity), it is needed to access the golden stargazer it ensures we're starting the dlc in a more human state. Another small detail I want to bring up is that you can get the golden lie in all 3 endings if you listen to enough record (I've done it) as choosing the non-human options don't contribute to any of the endings (only the choice to let Sophia live or to give up your heart). This means that if I'm right, you can access the dlc no matter which ending you get as long as you have that weapon. I'm probably definitely wrong buuut it's not gonna stop me from playing it plus making crackpot theories is just fun :p

I lost access to my Lies of P saves bc I no longer have the high tier Xbox game pass, so I haven't been able to play in so long 😭😭😭

I'm waiting until the dlc comes out in summer, & then I'll buy the game

So that's why my Lies of P posting has slowed significantly :((

I was wondering the same thing, & kinda thought maybe it was to keep the look of the main character consistent thruout, so he's recognizable. Commenters on the original post said it's maybe for marketing purposes, which I agree with. They also said the suspected entrance to the DLC is the gold stargazer in the ch 5 graveyard, so maybe the DLC takes place before his hair turns grey? But then what does that mean for the plot & how much humanity P has? Is he going back into the past with the knowledge that his dad Gep is the one who started the puppet frenzy & is like evil, or will he still be a good obedient son? Will we be going far back enough for P and Carlo to coexist? (I doubt it tbh but it would be cool (also I'm not super clear on the timeline of the game, I haven't got all the endings yet)) And omg what if P meets Gep in the past??

Either way I think he looks so pretty in the DLC trailers teehee can't wait to draw him soon

So are there theories as to why P doesn't have grey hair in the dlc promos??

Lies of P: Overture - Story Trailer

RAAAAGH MORE LIES OF P DLC TRAILER

Saw someone's screenshots of the LoP dlc trailer & thought it was some sick ass mod or 3D rendered fanart

"wow I wish they had these things in the game too, would be so cool to have another dual weapon or a cozy winter outfit"

Little did I know, the dlc trailer had dropped 22 hours ago LMAO

“Come back, have you? I was wondering where you’d ran off to.” 🎭🐈

The sound of muffled sobbing drew me to a bright, rainy windowpane, where a weeping woman hid herself behind a curtain. On broken breath she begged me to retrieve her baby for her, her cries growing in their violence while she told of the night her family had cruelly taken her daughter away. I nodded to her shadowed form and agreed to the task, hoping to spare her some of those bitter tears.

I set out to search near city hall as she instructed, the gears in my core quickened their turns at the puppets I found stalking the courtyard. Following an odd sense of urgency I dispatched them within a minutes time, the thought that I’d arrived too late to save her child from the gruesome ends the other humans had met loomed at the forefront of my mind.

Then, a flash of lightning exposed a fallen stroller close to a garden bush, and a small humanoid shape caught my eye amongst the wreckage. As I neared, there was something that could only be described as ‘fear’ in me, it gave a tremble to my fingers and I lost the grip around the sword I held, digging my fingernails into my empty palm without it there to stop me until a clearer picture came into view. My eyes narrowed at the discovery that was more welcome, but less expected.

No blood, no ivory bones stripped of their flesh. Tipped over onto the cold ground and halfway pulled from wet, lacy blankets…lay a plastic doll. The rain dripped into its painted blue eyes that reminded me briefly of my own, spilling down its expressionless face when another drop fell and caused an overflow.

Could this be her child? The way she had spoken of it implied it was real, did someone take the child and leave a doll as its trade? There were no other children here, anything once alive was long since slaughtered by mindless puppets and the consequent litter of remains consisted of adult humans.

I bit the inside of my lip as I pondered what next I should do. I didn’t want to disappoint the woman, although I stood alone her sobs returned to my ears and I made a choice then, this would be better than to leave with nothing. Gathering it up carefully, I pulled a damp blanket from the least sodden part of the stroller and tucked it tight around the dolls body. With it secure and warm like a real baby should be, I carried it back to the rainy window, still unsure if I had found the right one.

To my surprise, when the woman parted the curtains she looked relieved, crying tears of joy instead of sadness as she took it from my arms. “Thank you, kind one, my sweet Elena has come back to me, isn’t she beautiful?” The woman asked as she gazed at Elena with a fondness in her smile, petting the unmoving child with shaking, grey colored hands.

Though confused, I felt it wrong to inform her that this was only a doll, it seemed of such great importance to her.

So…I lied, “Yes, she is beautiful.”

The woman’s smile widened at my deceptive answer, stretching the bluish scales at her cheeks. She began to rock Elena back and forth, humming a tune in a wavery voice. I felt a strange pressure lift from my chest once her tears dried on her ashen face, as if I’d been weighed down by the small drops of water somehow.

Perplexity came forward to ensure my steps remained heavy and I left the window more troubled than when I’d happened upon it. The human woman clearly loved Elena despite that she wasn’t real. She was only a doll, much like me. The baby didn’t eat, didn’t breathe, didn’t smile, just like me. And yet the woman cared for her all the same.

How curious that someone could show affection so pure to inanimate beings, to love them as if they were the same as them.

I wonder of the difference in outcome should I have told her the truth, but the relief in her eyes appeared a rare gift to her. This time lying hadn’t been a necessity, not like the lie given to the doorman at hotel Krat that tricked him to let me in. I believe this lie was told as an act of kindness, and while I searched for it, I couldn’t find a trace of harm in that. 🎭🦋

//I just really liked this part of the game and wanted to write a scene from his pov, P is both a murder machine and a sweetheart.

“I wasn’t meant to ache, nor built to shed a single tear. Yet here I stand, appearing such a pitiful thing.” 🎭🦋

🎭🦋

"Spring, please come down from there." Pinocchio pleaded with the feline, worried that the reckless thing would fall from the high key rack it had decided to take a nap on. He tended to forget that cats always landed on their feet, able to meet the ground with ease from a relatively long fall.

The orange cat purred with disinterest, stretching after his interrupted snooze to only half regard the puppet below.

"Come on now, please?" Pinocchio asked again, holding out his arms to beckon the animal to him.

Spring gave him as unimpressed of a look as a cat could manage, dangling his squishy pink paws over the side as if to taunt him. He had no intentions of leaving this spot. As far as he was concerned, it was now a throne made specifically for him.

From here, he could easily watch anyone who passed by in their daily tasks around the hotel, perfect entertainment for such a lazy being. It was also much warmer than his designated bed provided by Lady Antonia, the height allowing him to take advantage of the heat that rose from the fireplaces which kept the hotel from being as frigid as the weather outside.

And what's best, he could refuse any and all petting until he was ready to accept them on his own terms. Meaning that by the same token, he was able to tease the little puppet to his devious hearts content.

Pinocchio sighed, placing a hand on his hip and tapping his foot in irritation. "I was going to give you a treat too you know, but I suppose you don't want it." He said, turning and beginning to walk away.

Spring's ears perked up at the word 'treat’. His favorite word, if he had to pick just one. His short nap was instantly forgotten as he leapt from his perch and landed with a thump on the floor, following the puppet and loudly meowing his sincere apologies. He hadn't meant it, honest. Only a little teasing and then he would have mercy. It's a cats job after all, they were supposed to make people work for affection. He deserves a reward in that case, right?

Pinocchio concealed a knowing smirk by looking straight ahead, continuing to walk down the hall and partly ignoring Spring. "A shame, they were really tasty ones, so I hear, tuna flavored." He lamented in a tone of fake disappointment, glancing down out of the corner of his eye at the increasingly excited feline.

"You like that kind, don't you Spring?"

Of course he liked them! Didn't this silly boy know fish was a cats favorite thing in the whole world? A delicacy, the likes of which has never had a worthy competitor?

The orange tabby meowed louder, the sound echoing through the halls as he tried to convey his want for the treat he almost foolishly passed up. When the puppet didn't slow or even spare him another glance, Spring decided to take drastic measures and hastened his pursuit. His paws made quick little taps on the tile floor as he trotted ahead of him, forcing him to stop at the risk of stepping on him.

Pinocchio halted the descent of his boot just in time to avoid it coming down on Springs long tail. The cat meowed innocently and stood on its haunches to press its front paws onto his thighs, looking up at him with wide, shining eyes that begged for what was promised.

And though the puppets heart had proven quite devious in its own right, it caved to the adorable creatures antics rather quickly. "Oh alright, you can have just one." He relented, reaching into his pocket and tugging out a small pouch, then tipping it over and shaking it until four fishy kibbles fell into his palm.

Kneeling down, he held his hand out and gestured with his fingers for the other to take them. "Here you go."

Spring gave a quick meow of gratitude and purred as he ate the treats from the boys hand, relishing in the delicious flavor that would surely leave him craving more for days to come. This had most certainly been worth the unplanned exercise.

Once every crumb was gobbled up, he sat and cleaned his paws despite the fact they hadn't been dirtied during his snack. A cat must have proper etiquette too, of course.

Pinocchio smiled and reached out with the intent of petting the top of Springs head, only to gasp and jerk back in surprise as the finicky feline flattened its ears and hissed its displeasure.

While Spring had happily agreed to treats, he had done no such thing with pets.

He stood as the cat pointedly turned its chin up and began to walk away, a sass to its gait as it headed back in the direction of an eagerly awaiting second nap.

Another discouraged sigh left the confused puppet. "Why are you so mean to me.." He said, more to himself since he expected the tabby to be ignoring him already. "Next time I will tell you they're tuna, but they'll really be liver."

Spring stopped briefly in shock and hissed again, more vicious than the previous one, then dashed the rest of the way to the lobby as if to escape the very idea of such a wicked betrayal. 🎭🐈

The human heart was designed for torment, and the mind for disease. But what of mine? Will I succumb to the same fate? 🎭🦋