The Gate of the Feral Gods (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #4)

by Matt Dinniman

I drew a rudimentary cat portrait, and the pen copied my work. Donut looked at the cat art with distaste. “Am I a joke to you, Carl?”

“You won’t win,” she gasped, gurgling the words. Foamy, colorless liquid oozed from her mouth and gills. “The Bloom will prevail. You will be forgotten.” “Nobody likes melodrama, Loita,” I said as the kua-tin died.

carl you diva

“Are you guys going to tell me who you are?” “No. Answer the questions. If I get even the hint of a spell being cast, that dinosaur behind you is going to bite your head off.

Carl: Donut. Chill. You’re sinking. There’s a mob coming. Donut: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I started paddling toward shore. Donut sat there glowering, completely flattened out and soaked through. She had a piece of seaweed attached to her tiara. While she’d appeared almost majestic and fairy-like underwater, up here she looked like a dead rat that’d been resurrected and then run over by a garbage truck. “That was pretty awesome,” I said once it was clear we were safe from the sharks. “Go fuck yourself, Carl,” Donut said.

The half-elf’s eyes went huge. I punched him straight in the face with my bare fist, and he flew back. A health bar appeared. “You murderous fuck,” I yelled as he scrambled to his feet. “I’m going to rip you to pieces.”

Carl needs this crashout i fear

I took the cat into my lap, and then I pulled her to my chest. She purred heavily into my ear.

Theyre platonic soulmates your honor