#dungeon anarchists cookbook

[mekkthemighty]

Carl is surprisingly well adjusted considering

The slow reveals of what happened on the carnival/grand canyon trip are starting to get darker, which half of the plan succeeded? My bet is on the mom, tho I like the fucked up imagery of her pushing the dad into the grand canyon and just saying "this is my birthday gift for you carl"

[driver-kid]

THE NIGHTMARE EXPRESS - WIP (spoilers for DCC BOOK 3!)

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Slow progress right now on the animatic as I pivot my brain rot to another progress, but to those of you who *may* recognize what the animatic will be about, congrats! Time will torture you instead.

[malleablemovement]

So I’m listening to book 3 of Dungeon Crawler Carl and my main takeaway is Down with Capitalism. But my OTHER main takeaway is that Matt Dinniman is having way too much fun writing ridiculous voices to make Jeff Hayes do. “Southern belle but also German”. Come on man, you know what you’re doing.

[writingfanficsfan]

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, anger rising. “Your rented slave labor isn’t participating like how you wanted? Well, let me look for some sympathy.” I patted myself on the chest. “Nope, all out.”

Book 3. Chapter 20.

[cairfrey]

Fuck them all. One day they will all burn, and while I’m certain I will be long dead, I will laugh. I will laugh long and hard, and I will be waiting for them on the other side of the veil where not even the vast expanse of stars or time will withhold my wrath. If you are reading this, friend, I pray you will join me. Side by side, we will exact our revenge."

-Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3: The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook, Matt Dinniman

[mongo-the-liensis]

The Cookbook authors

The Dungeon Anarchists Cookbook - Matt Dinniman // The Dungeon Anarchists Cookbook - Matt Dinniman // Grief lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, translated by Anne Carson // Claude Monet // Homer - The Iliad // Unknown // The Eye of the Bedlam Bride - Matt Dinniman // Ocean Veuong // Elektra Sophokles

[hello-railou]

New Achievement! Free Therapy!

Ficlet. 1000 words. Canon compliant.

Carl gets a professional assessment from a therapist. Carl does not want a professional assessment from a therapist.

Set during chapter 22 of book 3, The Dungeon Anarchist Cookbook.

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”So”, Hekla said, cornering me in one of the empty hallways of the Vermilion line station while Katia practiced making her cowcatcher form. “You and Katia.”

I blinked. She suddenly stood so close to me, I needed to crane my head back to look up at her.

“What about me and Katia?”

“You��ve made a great team. So great in fact, I think she might want to stay with you.”

I didn’t like the tone of her voice. She’s testing me, I thought.

“No”, I said slowly. “I don’t think she does.”

She really was very close to me. I wanted to take a step back, but there wasn’t anywhere to go, other than deeper into the tunnel. Hekla had drawn herself up to her full height, her appearance quite intimidating. I stood my ground.

“Oh, do you really think so? But how about you? Would you like her to stay with you?” Hekla asked, her lips curling.

“I think Katia can choose for herself”, I said.

Hekla laughed, short and humorless. “Ha! What I mean is, you like her, don’t you? And she likes you. She adores you, Carl. It would be very easy to convince her to stay with you.”

“Convince her?” I asked. She likes you. I frowned. “What the fuck are you getting at, Hekla?”

Hekla spread her hands, like I was the one unreasonable here. “I am just observing what I see. Katia is one of my girls. You know how it is. She never was the brightest, or the strongest. But she’s reliable. Kind. Someone, I think, you would be inherently drawn to.”

I felt my jaw drop. What the fuck?

“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, my voice rising in volume.

“I know you had a tumultuous relationship with your late girlfriend”, Hekla said calmly, completely ignoring my rising anger. “People who have been abused like that, tend to latch onto the next person they can find who they deem safe. They get attached. And if something then happens to that person? It is going to hurt them twice as hard.”

I just stared at her. “I... what? What the ever-loving fuck are you saying, Hekla?”

Abused? She thought I was abused by Bea? Had Katia told her that?

I wanted to laugh. Bea was nothing, I thought bitterly. Sure, she was a colossal asshole for cheating on me, but I had been a completely blind idiot too. I should have noticed sooner. I should’ve paid more attention to her.

I knew now; my father had been abusive. As a kid, I hadn’t realized that. But I knew now.

Bea was nothing.

“Katia didn’t tell it to me quite in those words”, Hekla said. “But with the information I have heard about you from multiple sources, I can put two and two together. It is tragic how common emotional and psychological abuse is in relationships. I don’t know if you know this, but Katia has gone through something very similar in her past. I think it might be part of the reason you two got so attached, so quickly."

"And?" I said through gritted teeth.

"All I'm saying is, you should be careful, Carl. It can be dangerous to put your full trust in someone you don't know all that well, don't you think?"

Donut: CARL, WHERE DID YOU GO? KATIA NEEDS HELP WITH THE PART THAT GOES NEAR THE RAILS.

Carl: I’ll be there in a minute.

Donut: HURRY UP OR I’LL START THINKING YOU’RE HIDING SOMEWHERE MAKING OUT WITH HEKLA.

I glared up at the amazonian, who was still smiling slightly. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to achieve here, but it’s not gonna work”, I said. “Katia and I know enough about each other’s demons already. That’s nothing new and it won’t affect how we view each other. She’s my friend, and whatever she wants to do after this mission, she’s free to do it. If she wants to go with you, that’s all good. You’re her original party. If she wants to stay, that’s great too. I’d love to have her stay with me and Donut.”

I didn't actually know much about Katia's past, but I wasn't about to tell Hekla that. I wouldn't give her that ammunition. None of that stuff mattered, anyway.

With each passing moment I spent with Hekla and her party, I wished more and more that Katia would end up staying with us. That group was dangerous.

“Alright”, Hekla said pleasantly. She tapped the side of her temple. “I guess we’ll wait and see how this plays out then, hm?”

“I guess we will”, I replied.

She turned around and walked off, just like that. I stood there, watching her back, speechless.

And if something then happens to that person? It is going to hurt them twice as hard.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of impending doom.

Holy shit. She’s even more insane than I had thought.

I moved to exit the hallway, but a sudden notification stopped me in my tracks. I wasn’t expecting it at all, so the out-of-nowhere giddy, sarcastic voice made me almost crap my boxers.

New Achievement! Free Therapy!

You know those people who just love to give unsolicited advice? Who will stop you on your way to the bathroom and tell you that you can talk to them anytime if you need a shoulder to cry on, even though you thought you had been all happy and smiling and not, for once, teetering on the edge of a breakdown? Those who seem to know more about yourself than even you do?

Yeah. Maybe they sometimes do know more than you do. Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about the fact you might have repressed some of your sowwy little emotions so far down you don’t even know you have them? Maybe you should think about that sometimes. I know it’s scary, but you’re big boy.

Anyway. Usually, the people giving those unwelcome therapy sessions are the ones secretly most unstable. They have issues. Dangerous issues. Murderous issues. If you know what I mean.

                Reward: You just got free therapy. In this day and age, I think that’s a pretty good reward.

“Oh fuck off”, I said to the ceiling, and went to find Donut and Katia.

[samirant]

The thing about the dungeon anarchist's cookbook is that i wonder about who will receive the 26th edition and all that they'll learn from Carl. I think about all the information he's imparting, the way he writes to previous authors and tells them what he's done in their name, the absolute insanity of all he's doing to take down the crawl. And that's when I remember what it would mean for the book to be passed on.

I hope the 26th edition never, ever exists.

[luthienebonyx]

“Just be yourself,” I said. “That’s terrible advice, Carl,” Donut said. “She’s a doppelganger. It’s her job to be someone else.”

- Matt Dinniman: The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook: Dungeon Crawler Carl Book 3

[picojonesandme]

[nzbookwyrm]

October 2024

[mekkthemighty]

My preorder came in early!! According to the indigo site it wasnt supposed to come in til the 28th, or even be available at all til the 22nd

[the-worms-world]

this crept into my head while i was listening to the anarchist's cookbook and i Had to make this Immediately

(they're besties, your honor)

@mongo-the-liensis i think you would enjoy this tbh

[cateyedfox36]

dungeon crawler Carl

The AI is so fucking mean. I love it.

[writingfanficsfan]

“I’ll tell you,” I said. “You deserve to know why we have to do this.” And I explained it to him. I told him exactly what we were doing and why we were doing it. He stared up at me, wide-eyed and afraid as I told him we’d have to kill him ten more times. “So you need Growler Gary,” he finally said, looking down at his own hand. “Gary never realized that was the problem with those carts. Jumping Jen-Jen and the other drivers were always complaining, but he… I didn’t understand. That was why they never went out. The hobgoblins took their own carts instead, but they couldn’t clear the crashed trains without the portals. Gary’s not a driver. Hadn’t realized it worked that way.” He looked up at me. “Ten more times?” “Ten more times,” I said. “And this is to get the people who killed my friends?” “Yes.” “Do you have any alcohol on you?” “I do,” I said. “Will you give me some when it is done?” “Absolutely.”

Book 3. Chapter 26.

[cairfrey]

<Note added by Crawler Azin. 17th Edition>

Spiders. By the gods, why? In our world, they only exist in myth, but apparently they’re a real thing and are common in the universe. What sort of nightmare must the Creators have been having to design such a thing?

<Note added by Crawler Tin. 21st Edition>

I don’t know. I think they’re cute.

<Note added by Crawler Tin. 21st Edition>

Never mind. Holy shit, never mind. Fuck spiders.