safe room
3 stories filed under safe room on New Achievement. The newest of them: “Dungeon Crawler Carl's Darkest Depths, Ranked by Body Count and Bad Jokes”, “Five Floors of Horror Disguised as a Loot-Filled Comedy”, and “New Loot Drop: Carl's Sweet Pota-toe Bar Joins the Crawl”. Crawlers, please be advised that someone has finally done a proper audit of the horrors you've inflicted upon each other, and the results are, shall we say, a real downer, for you, not for me. New Achievement is an unofficial Dungeon Crawler Carl fan site. The list below is every safe room story on New Achievement, newest first.
Dungeon Crawler Carl's Darkest Depths, Ranked by Body Count and Bad Jokes
Crawlers, please be advised that someone has finally done a proper audit of the horrors you've inflicted upon each other, and the results are, shall we say, a real downer, for you, not for me. This ranking of *Dungeon Crawler Carl*'s darkest depths by body count and bad jokes correctly identifies the series as a horror novel first, which is something our Chronicler has never been shy about admitting.
Five Floors of Horror Disguised as a Loot-Filled Comedy
Crawlers, you think you are reading a comedy. You are reading a survival manual written in blood, with jokes sprinkled on top like seasoning on a corpse. *Dungeon Crawler Carl* buries its horror so deep in loot boxes and talking cats that you almost miss the existential dread. Almost. The Hunting Grounds taught us that. The floor collapse taught us that. And if you need a reminder, our coverage of Floor Eight's ascent in "Pony Shatters the Starting Line" will refresh your memory nicely.
New Loot Drop: Carl's Sweet Pota-toe Bar Joins the Crawl
Please be advised: a second chocolate bar has entered the dungeon, and this one is not for the cat. Maeve has returned with another loot drop, this time honoring the barefoot disaster who stumbled into the crawl without pants. Carl's Sweet Pota-toe Bar pairs creamy milk chocolate with crunchy sweet potato chips, which is exactly the kind of chaotic flavor combination one expects from a man who solves problems with explosives and spite. Congratulations. I suppose the Virgin Dirty Shirley Bar was getting lonely.