Doc

“The weird person lowered his head, bowing until his torso was parallel to the ground. Wow. He sure knows how to brown nose. I love it when people kiss up to me—it makes my stomach feel fuzzy and nice.”
― Virlyce, The Immortal Continent

“New achievement! You’ve inflicted damage on a mob. Hopefully it won’t hit back! Reward: It’s probably going to hit back.”
― Matt Dinniman, Dungeon Crawler Carl

“Damn it, Nick, I’m trying not to swear!” “How’s it going?” “How the bloody—berry blowtorch!—do you think it’s going?!” “Not very well, by the sound of things.” “Well, flock you, Nick. Flock you.”
― J.T. Lawrence, Dasher

“Half-Djinns are common amongst the Hunting Grounds and other forested levels of Dungeon Crawler World. Nobody knows for certain why there are so many hybrid Djinns out there, but one theory suggests that a rather ill-timed expletive is the cause of the population explosion. It is posited that a person in control of a Djinn’s lamp and the resulting three wishes once exclaimed, “Fuck this forest” or “Fuck this level” or “Fuck you all” or some iteration thereof, and the enslaved genie took that as a challenge. As a result, thousands of half-Djinn, half-forest creatures roam the dungeon. Only a few are intelligent. Only a few are sane. They are all dangerous little fuckers.”
― Matt Dinniman, Carl's Doomsday Scenario