I loved Dungeon Crawler Carl, with Jeff Hays’ narration, so it was a no-brainer to pick up the next book! Just as I’d anticipated, I got a pulse-pounding, edge-of-your-seat adventure!
This time, upon entering the third floor of the dungeon, the training wheels are ripped off! If you could consider, what the first two dungeon floors had done to the newbies was easy in comparison. Go ahead tally up the total body count of the many Dungeon Crawlers that were killed on the first two floors! There’s a silver lining though… due to her chosen class, Princess Donut managed to keep their intial trainer, who’s now her designated manager! The first thing that they ran up against on the third level, is a Demonic Circus with Clowns 🤡, and is “something” that personally gives me the willies!
So if you want to get in on all the action, and find out why Carl ends up running bare-assed and butt-nekkid whilst he’s facing a Doomsday Scenario, You Gotta’ Get the Book!!!
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Here’s a few quotes that were entertaining, and as an audio listener I believe I managed to catch ’em and transcribe ’em word-for-word, but any punctuation errors are mine…
The baby velociraptor settled into my lap. I suddenly felt uncomfortable having that many teeth so close to my crotch. If he bit me now, I didn’t know what would happen”…
NecroBard This unusual class combines one of the most-loved occupations with one of the most reviled.
“So help me god,” I said. “I will abandon you right here and right now if you choose to take up the kazoo.”
Gordo leaned over the counter and made a face. “This is your manager?” “Yep,” I said. He shook his head sadly. “You two are so dead.”
Anyway, this could be something useful like Parkour or Jui-jitsu, or you could get f*cked and receive some useless crap like Stamp Collecting or Kombucha Brewing.
“Oh wow,” I said, turning the pack over in my hands. It was a collection of Louis L’Amour books. Westerns. My dad had an entire shelf of them. As a kid, I’d sneak one here and there and read the entire book in one night, hiding under the covers with a flashlight.
Turns two of your incisors into ripping, tearing, deadly chompers that would impress even the most self-hating goth. Increases melee bite damage by 50% … …“I’m totally giving this to Mongo when he wakes up. Carl, you’ll have to put them on him.” “Are we sure that’s a good idea?” I said. I eyed the still-sleeping Mongo uneasily.