The Butcher's Masquerade (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #5)

by Matt Dinniman

“Fantasy hunter camp?” Donut asked from behind. “Is that what it sounds like?” “It’s so people can pretend like they’re on the show. It’s run by Vrah’s family, but once a cycle, the Dream always rents the whole moon out and lets the employees and family members play for a few days. It’s not real, but it’s fun. The best players get to play in faction wars. I did well, and I won a spot. I wasn’t ever supposed to be in real danger. But they offered me money. Please.” “Real danger?” I asked, leaning in. “Fun?” “That’s right. Please. I’m just an accountant. I work with soy crop shipping manifests all day.” “Do you know what I do every day?” I asked. Donut: CARL HURRY UP. YOU’RE DOING THE BAD GUY SOLILOQUY THING. YOU ALWAYS SAY TO NEVER DO THE SOLILOQUY THING. She was right. I was keeping an eye on my view counter, and it was spiked. I was doing this for the audience. This was important. It was important that they heard this. I wanted to drag it out a little so more viewers had a chance to tune in. At least that’s what I was telling myself. I couldn’t hear myself think. The river in the back of my brain raged, flooding, filling all the empty places it could find. This is my birthday present to you. I am giving you a chance at life. I’m sorry it took me so long. This will stop it. It’s so loud, Carl. It’s so loud. “I… I think I saw a thing. You fix boats.” “No,” I said. “That’s what I used to do. I don’t do that anymore.” “Please.” “I had a world. A whole world. A world filled wi...

Its like im cheering for him but also oof this is darkkk