The three little pigs at the slaughterhouse
Play as one of the three little pigs trapped inside a slaughterhouse in this first‑person survival horror game. Manage your hunger, find resources and shelter, and escape the threats lurking in the dark. One moment of distraction means death.
Survive in a first‑person atmospheric horror experience where you play as a lost little piglet trapped inside a slaughterhouse. Every minute counts: without food, you wither away. Without caution, you are spotted. Your only goal: stay alive long enough to find the exit.
A survival of every second
Here, stepping away from your character means condemning it. You must:
monitor your hunger constantly with a gauge that never forgives. Ignore it, and you die;
gather resources scattered throughout the slaughterhouse to stay alive;
find and use shelters placed across the levels to avoid prying eyes and carve your path toward the exit.
No respite: every area is a gamble between moving forward and feeding yourself before it’s too late.
Explore an industrial hell
Walk through decayed corridors, experimentation rooms, and forbidden zones of this slaughterhouse in search of the resources that will keep you alive. Every step brings you closer to the truth… and to those who want to silence you.
Three little pigs, senses built for survival
Three little pigs, three abilities, three behaviors, but one shared fate. Pigs possess an extremely developed sense of smell. Use your nose to:
detect resources and interactive objects;
follow trails invisible to the naked eye;
spot dangers before they spot you.
Your vision is unique as well: an extremely wide field of view, but unable to perceive the color red.
Escape the threats — or end up on the chopping block
The environment is your worst enemy. At every turn, you must escape:
the psychopathic butcher, a broken man whose madness guides his every step and who hunts pigs like others hunt ghosts;
the slaughterhouse workers, anonymous craftsmen patrolling the corridors, ready to grab you and send you back to the killing line;
the guard dogs, trained to kill, roaming the darkest areas;
and the slaughterhouse itself, its machines and deadly traps, which you must avoid or cross at the right moment.
Every shelter is a breath of relief. Every mistake is fatal. And every encounter reminds you that in this place, you are just another piece of flesh to be ground.