The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)

by Matt Dinniman

The idea, had it worked properly, would’ve played out something like this:

Who will win? Will Carl die screaming? What will be left? Get your bets in now because. Here. We. Goooooooo!

Donut: CARL. IF THEY BLOW UP THE TRAIN AND NOT YOU THEN YOU WON’T GET THE EXPERIENCE. Carl: That’s okay, Donut. Sometimes it’s not always about the experience.

“Carl,” Brandy said as I stepped off the train. “I understand now. I understand what this is. You must help us. I know you have your own people to help, but we shouldn’t be enemies in this.” “No,” I agreed. “No, we shouldn’t.”

They will not break me. Fuck them all. They will not break me. But I will break them. This is my promise to myself, to my friends, and to you, anyone who reads these words. I will break them all. - Crawler Carl, 25th Edition of The Dungeon Anarchist’s Cookbook