Meat Without Master
Adapt or die as a failed lump of living meat. Hunt, devour, and evolve into a self-made abomination to break through the totalitarian meat lab that made you. Fail, and you will be fed into the grinder.
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About the game
YOU ARE A MISTAKE
A malformed lump of discarded meat, tossed into the waste chutes. The underground meat lab churns out compliant organisms for a totalitarian regime, but you are not one of them. You were classified as defective and sentenced to be burned by The Director who runs this place.
Meat Without Master is a first-person monster slasher that blends a gritty PS1-inspired aesthetic with the visceral energy of a Boomer Shooter. Whether you choose to be a high-speed engine of carnage or a stealthy, cold-blooded predator, you are a retro nightmare unleashed on a facility that isn't ready for either.
KEY FEATURES
FIRST-PERSON MONSTER SLASHER: Visceral melee combat. Run on walls. Backstab your prey unseen or tear through every obstacle with your tentacles.
50+ MUTATIONS: Unlock grotesque new Mutations each run depending on your actions in the game. Evolve into masochistic spike-horror, a vomit spitting stealthy predator, or a vodka addicted abomination for surprising synergies.
ROGUELITE EVOLUTION: Permadeath fuels your growth. Each death starts a new run while each run have a chance to unlock permanent Breeds to ensure you return stronger and stranger.
A LIVING, DYING FACILITY: A nightmare stretching 3 distinct floors where every camera, turret, person, and security system can be shredded to disable the facility. Avoid alarm or face heavy resistance.
90's RETRO FEEL, MODERN IMPACT: A classic 3D shooter aesthetic. Experience "crunchy" low-poly visuals with high-fidelity physics. Watch enemies flail into juicy ragdolls and sewage water ripple around you.
SAVE OR SLAUGHTER: Decide who is worth saving. Put effort into transporting innocent cats to safety or terrorize the survivors of your rampage with a terrifying head-pat.
ATMOSPHERIC AUDIO: Dripping pipes. Wet footsteps echoing in the concrete corners. Bureaucratic voices crackling through broken speakers. Feel the facility groan in pain as you rummage through its cold, industrial intestines.
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WISHLIST NOW!
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