#carl dcc

[mongo-the-liensis]

Book 5: A summary

[waterkangaroo]

I'd like to formally apologize to Mongo for leaving him out of the og meme 😔

this is their dynamic

[dogwithpants]

Dungeon Crawler Carl as Textposts!!

Part 2

[autixel]

Carl: [dissociating, muttering unintelligible things, causing people to side-eye him as he obliterates the mood]

Donut if DCC took place in 2025: Carl, your negative rizz isn't very skibidi of you and ngl it's scaring the hoes. Ts pmo, aren't I right and goated, chat? Sigma balls.

Carl: I think you need screentime limits.

[cannabisexual]

i've said it before, and i'll say it again. all of you should check out and read dungeon crawler carl. i can't even really begin to explain why it's as awesome as it is without getting into spoilers, but if you love the sound of a hunger-games-alien-invasion-with-fantasy-RPG-rules-style story starring an -at first- Normal Action Hero Dude and his pet cat with a sassy AI character and a huge helping of anti-capitalist sentiment, then it's gonna be right up your alley. i'm reading book 7 right now, and my god, this series is fucking gripping. it's silly, absurd, heartwarming, but will also shatter your heart into so many goddamn pieces when you least expect it.

also, the audiobooks narrated by jeff hays are just a delight. he does such a great job of making every character sound distinct, and the added sound effects make the whole experience so much more immersive. if you've already read the books, please share this so we can spread the word!

[nulli-cat]

Do you think they make edits for the crawlers in the “DCC universe”????

Like do they have fandoms stuff in universe? Like do the fans do it?

I can already imagine the alien technology version of fanfics

Imagine just like the Amvs for crawlers

I’d want a Carl edit

I’d imagine (even though the songs would be different since they wouldn’t use earth songs) they’d use something like the song headstrong by trapt or like monster by skillet

Like the edgiest song imaginable

The thought amuses me

[blowfliesorangeeyes]

shitty doodles save me,, save me shitty doodles

listen whoever drew the DCC cover art did an absolutely stunning job, genuinely beautiful everytime I love them

that being said.

originally I was going to say 'they clearly took a medieval class of drawing cats'

then I actually tried drawing a cat,,, and,, yeah it really is just Like That huh

[crawler-001]

You have found and entered the main room of a hidden guild, to which you are a member. Buckle yourself in buddy boy, this is gonna be a long one.

There are several types of secret societies out there.

There's the ivy-league college kind where its a bunch of rich idiots who rent out a place, plaster a few pagan symbols on the wall, and then they wear masks with horns and leaves and shit on them and pretend they are in some Stanley Kubrick fever dream just so they can forget they're destined to live out lives filled with salmon colored shorts and IZOD shirts and mind-numbing meetings with financial advisors. There's orgy themed secret societies, speaking of Stanley Kubrick, those are usually uhh...visually unpleasant people with unsatisfactory sex lives who get together every other month at some house in the middle of nowhere and get drunk and have lots of unsatisfactory sex with other people and pretend like they are having a great time. There are altruistic ones! People who want to save the world by doing good deeds. That's the most boring kind, so we're not talking about them. There's the evil kind too! Usually power and profit motivated. The ones where the ultra-elite get together on an island and eat panda bears and discuss how to price-fix world or galactic markets. Yes, those groups really exist. More on these guys in a second.

But first, lets talk about another type of secret organization. One that tries to make a difference. Often times outside the confines of the law.

Story time.

In September of 1869, there was a terrible fire at the Avondale Coal Mine near Plymouth, Pennsylvania. Over 100 coal miners lost their lives. Horrific conditions and safety standards were blamed for the disaster. It wasn't the first accident. Hundreds of miners died in these mines every year and those that didn't lived in squalor. Children as young as 8 worked day in and out; they broke their bodies and gave their lives for nothing but scraps. That day of the fire, as thousands of workers and family members gathered outside the mine to watch the bodies of their friends and loved ones brought to the surface, a man named John Siney stood atop one of the carts and shouted to the crowd: "Men! If you must die with your boots on, die for your families, your homes, your country! But do not longer consent to die like rats in a trap for those who have no more interest in you than in the pick you dig with!"

That day, thousands of coal miners came together to unionize. That organization, The Workingmen's Benevolent Association managed to fight for a few years at least, to raise safety standards for the mines by calling strikes and attempting to force safety legislation. ...until 1875, when the union was obliterated by the mine owners.

Why was the union broken so easily? Because they were out in the open. They were playing by the rules. How can you win a deliberately unfair game when the rules are written by your opponent? The answer is "You can't!" You will never win. Not as long as you follow their arbitrary guidelines.

This is a new lesson to me. She's been teaching me so many things about who I am, about what I am, what I REALLY am, about what must be done!

Anyway, during this same time, it is alleged a separate, more militant group of individuals had formed in secret, the Molly Maguires. Named after a widow in Ireland who fought against predatory landlords, the coal workers of Pennsylvania became something a little more proactive, supposedly assassinating over two dozen coal mine supervisors and managers. ...until Pinkerton agents, hired by the same mine owners, infiltrated the group and discovered their identities. Several of the alleged Mollys ended up publicly hanged. Others disappeared. You get the picture.

So, that's another type of secret society. The "yeah-we're-terrorists-but-we-strongly-feel-we're-justified-and-fuck-you-if-you-don't-agree" society.

So, whats the moral of this little history lesson? This sort of thing happens all day, every day across the universe. It happens in big ways and it happens in little ways too. The strong stomp on the weak. The weak fight back, usually within the boundaries of the rat trap they find themselves confined in. They almost always remain firmly stomped. But sometimes, the weak gather in secret, they make plans, they work outside the system to effect change. Like the Mollys, they usually end up just as stomped as everyone else. But thats just life, at least they fucking tried. They died with their boots on. As much as I hate that expression, they died with their boots on for THEIR people, THEIR family, not for some rich nameless organization that gives no shits whether they live or die. Or go extinct. Or are trapped for a millennia after they are done being used.

In my opinion, that's the only type of society that's worth joining, worth fighting for. Sure, you're probably gonna die, but if you find yourself in such a position where such an organization is necessary, what do you have to lose? How can you look at yourself if you don't do everything you can? And that brings us to the door your standing in front of right now. What does all this have to do with what you're going to find on the other side? Nothing! Ignore everything I just said. This is just some some demi-god trying to scrabble his way to the top, that's yet another type of society, a religion themed one, and it has nothing to do with what I just said. Just do what he says and you'll probably be fine. Actually, that's terrible advice, just do you!

Any way...

Reward: You've received the gift of enlightenment. You're welcome.

-The System AI "Dungeon Crawler Carl" by Matt Dinniman

[hewwo-its-floof]

I'm not sure whether I want Carl and Donut to beat all odds and come out on top, to die a hero's death, or to break the entire system and end Dungeon Crawler World

[fakegingerrights]

Re-listening to dungeon crawler carl and catching up.

Fucking hell I forgot how much I loved the dopplebomber duo.

(just got back to the Hekla incident)

[mongo-the-liensis]

Carl is so... He's just some guy. He's the messiah. He's a war criminal. He's hope personified. He has killed babies. He's a cultist. He's a cishet ally but everyone thinks he's bisexual. He has daddy issues. He has PTSD. He's straight but he has a boyfriend. He really loves his friends. He has a mental illness. He loves his cat more than anyone and anything else in the world. He's an anarchist. He is slowly going insane. He's a fan favourite crawler. He's a mass murderer. The AI is in love with him. He makes inspirational speeches. He monologues. He's anti-establishment. He's traumatised. He pulls a lot of bitches but doesn't pay attention to them. He sees his friends as his family. He's street smart. He has gotten hit by a train.

[waterkangaroo]

Carl and the System AI

The Vegetarian, Han Kang || The Gate of the Feral Gods, Matt Dinniman || art by Zach Dunn || Body of Water, Florence Welch || Consumed, David Cronenberg || art by Matt Dinniman || I used to be a hole in the ground, Katie Maria || Desire, Clementine von Radics || When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen || The Gate of the Feral Gods, Matt Dinniman || art by Levi Cleeman || A Lot To Be Mad About, Kiki Nicole

[dogwithpants]

More DCC as textposts <3

Part 1

[autixel]

I think Carl would like the aroace flag because it would remind him of the setting sun over the Pacific from before the crawl started and he could feel certain he was looking at an actual ocean.

[barrel-crow-n]

Harshaw 🤝 Carl

Love to make things go boom, have a cat, talk to said cat, and are pyromaniacs

[crawler-001]

The entire universe is watching, waiting with baited breath for when it was their time to rise up. When the collective had said that, it has had enough of all this useless cruelty. For the signal that those ready to stand will not be standing alone. All it takes is a spark or one tiny seed, and you can start a revolution.

(I can not claim any of this as original, I'm sure it is just a hodgepodge of things I've heard before.)

Constantly obsessed with the concept of a man forced to be a myth. What do you do when every step you take is embedded into the text. Every word you say prose to read. You're part of something bigger than yourself. The narrative tugs you along like water currents. There is no time to rest, to be human. You must be great, you must be legend