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* The final action sequence sees Shi Maria take control of Carl's body. She mutilates Katia and Mongo, rips out Li Na's eye and forces Carl to eat it, then tattoos her essence into his chest, all while Carl [[AndIMustScream desperately begs her to stop]].
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* When Carl enters the dungeon there are just over 14 million crawlers. By the time he leaves the second floor, more people are dead than were murdered by Nazis in the Holocaust.
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* The achievement that Carl gets for fulfilling his promise to the hunters really underlines his accomplishment.
-->'''New Achievement. Apex Predator.\\
Holy shit.\\
They're dead.\\
All of them.\\
Every. Last. One.\\
Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds.\\
You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling ''you'' daddy instead of the other way around.'''
* Carl and Donut have to do a pre-production meeting for Faction Wars with Cascadia and all the other faction leaders. Apparently nothing has been done for weeks. Why? Because Juice Box, the changeling who Carl sent down there at the end of the Fifth Floor, ''has been assassinating the leaders on a daily basis''. They can respawn, she can't. It hasn't stopped her.
* Generally, about a thousand crawlers reach the Ninth Floor. They entered the Eighth Floor with more than ever due to skipping the Seventh, and the showrunners tried to balance that out by setting them all against each other at the end. Instead, Carl figures out how to get around the need for limited keys for the stairwells, allowing ''almost everyone'' to pass. While five thousand people still died, '''33,804''' crawlers will enter the Ninth Floor.
-->I was hoping the number of survivors would be over ten thousand. After all the death, after how horrific everything had been, I realized they'd been counting on this last part to be the real gut punch. They'd made it too easy to flee fights because they wanted these last few days to be the real slaughter. We'd figured a way out of it. And because of that, we were hitting the ninth floor not scattered, not broken, and not afraid.\\
We were hitting the ninth floor in unprecedented numbers.
* Emergency Action Items are special actions that sponsors can take to affect Faction Wars. Instead of putting the item up to a normal vote, the AI decides on its own whether to honor it. With all the aliens trapped in-system, they've all been refusing to vote on anything. Carl uses an emergency action to ''ask'' (not demand) the AI to put all those pending items up to a vote to ''the entire galaxy'', bypassing them. Most of the items pass with a reasonable majority... except for the one about turning off the protections, which passes with '''98%''' of the vote.
-->"You wanted a slaughter?" I yelled up at the ceiling. "Don't worry. It's coming. Thirty thousand of us, plus our mercenaries? Do you remember what we did to the hunters? That was nothing. ''Your'' people voted for this. ''Your own citizens'' said, yes, we’re okay with the crawlers killing you one by one. Make no mistake. That's exactly what's about to happen."\\
I angrily jabbed my finger upward.\\
"You may have destroyed our homes, but guess what? We have just taken any sense of peace you will ever have in your own home. And that's only if you get there. There will be no prisoners. There will be no quarter. Those of us who remain are battle worn and tested. Every single one of us that is left, to a crawler, is more experienced than any one of you. We are coming. There is nowhere for you to hide. It is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has never been seen."
* Carl's sponsor, the one founded by a former owner of the Cookbook, blows all their money and disappears to get him to listen to a message that turns out to be completely meaningless. Orrin lets the message play out to the universe because it really is that unimportant, and then casually says that the terrorists have all disappeared, but they'll be hunted down soon enough. Except at the end, it turns out that Donut's new sponsor, a garbage company, is actually that organization under a new name. Not only do they get her a Celestial Benefactor Box at the very end, but they manage to get themselves hired as mercenaries for the crawlers for Faction Wars.
-->Cheers rose up through the hull. Fifty-thousand former crawlers, all hidden inside the newly-renamed ''Homecoming Queen''. Once they made it onboard into the system, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them.
-->'''New Achievement. Apex Predator.\\
Holy shit.\\
They're dead.\\
All of them.\\
Every. Last. One.\\
Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds.\\
You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling ''you'' daddy instead of the other way around.'''
* Carl and Donut have to do a pre-production meeting for Faction Wars with Cascadia and all the other faction leaders. Apparently nothing has been done for weeks. Why? Because Juice Box, the changeling who Carl sent down there at the end of the Fifth Floor, ''has been assassinating the leaders on a daily basis''. They can respawn, she can't. It hasn't stopped her.
* Generally, about a thousand crawlers reach the Ninth Floor. They entered the Eighth Floor with more than ever due to skipping the Seventh, and the showrunners tried to balance that out by setting them all against each other at the end. Instead, Carl figures out how to get around the need for limited keys for the stairwells, allowing ''almost everyone'' to pass. While five thousand people still died, '''33,804''' crawlers will enter the Ninth Floor.
-->I was hoping the number of survivors would be over ten thousand. After all the death, after how horrific everything had been, I realized they'd been counting on this last part to be the real gut punch. They'd made it too easy to flee fights because they wanted these last few days to be the real slaughter. We'd figured a way out of it. And because of that, we were hitting the ninth floor not scattered, not broken, and not afraid.\\
We were hitting the ninth floor in unprecedented numbers.
* Emergency Action Items are special actions that sponsors can take to affect Faction Wars. Instead of putting the item up to a normal vote, the AI decides on its own whether to honor it. With all the aliens trapped in-system, they've all been refusing to vote on anything. Carl uses an emergency action to ''ask'' (not demand) the AI to put all those pending items up to a vote to ''the entire galaxy'', bypassing them. Most of the items pass with a reasonable majority... except for the one about turning off the protections, which passes with '''98%''' of the vote.
-->"You wanted a slaughter?" I yelled up at the ceiling. "Don't worry. It's coming. Thirty thousand of us, plus our mercenaries? Do you remember what we did to the hunters? That was nothing. ''Your'' people voted for this. ''Your own citizens'' said, yes, we’re okay with the crawlers killing you one by one. Make no mistake. That's exactly what's about to happen."\\
I angrily jabbed my finger upward.\\
"You may have destroyed our homes, but guess what? We have just taken any sense of peace you will ever have in your own home. And that's only if you get there. There will be no prisoners. There will be no quarter. Those of us who remain are battle worn and tested. Every single one of us that is left, to a crawler, is more experienced than any one of you. We are coming. There is nowhere for you to hide. It is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has never been seen."
* Carl's sponsor, the one founded by a former owner of the Cookbook, blows all their money and disappears to get him to listen to a message that turns out to be completely meaningless. Orrin lets the message play out to the universe because it really is that unimportant, and then casually says that the terrorists have all disappeared, but they'll be hunted down soon enough. Except at the end, it turns out that Donut's new sponsor, a garbage company, is actually that organization under a new name. Not only do they get her a Celestial Benefactor Box at the very end, but they manage to get themselves hired as mercenaries for the crawlers for Faction Wars.
-->Cheers rose up through the hull. Fifty-thousand former crawlers, all hidden inside the newly-renamed ''Homecoming Queen''. Once they made it onboard into the system, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them.
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-->'''New Achievement. Apex Predator.\\
Holy shit.\\
They're dead.\\
All of them.\\
Every. Last. One.\\
Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds.\\
You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling ''you'' daddy instead of the other way around.'''
* Carl and Donut have to do a pre-production meeting for Faction Wars with Cascadia and all the other faction leaders. Apparently nothing has been done for weeks. Why? Because Juice Box, the changeling who Carl sent down there at the end of the Fifth Floor, ''has been assassinating the leaders on a daily basis''. They can respawn, she can't. It hasn't stopped her.
* Generally, about a thousand crawlers reach the Ninth Floor. They entered the Eighth Floor with more than ever due to skipping the Seventh, and the showrunners tried to balance that out by setting them all against each other at the end. Instead, Carl figures out how to get around the need for limited keys for the stairwells, allowing ''almost everyone'' to pass. While five thousand people still died, '''33,804''' crawlers will enter the Ninth Floor.
-->I was hoping the number of survivors would be over ten thousand. After all the death, after how horrific everything had been, I realized they'd been counting on this last part to be the real gut punch. They'd made it too easy to flee fights because they wanted these last few days to be the real slaughter. We'd figured a way out of it. And because of that, we were hitting the ninth floor not scattered, not broken, and not afraid.\\
We were hitting the ninth floor in unprecedented numbers.
* Emergency Action Items are special actions that sponsors can take to affect Faction Wars. Instead of putting the item up to a normal vote, the AI decides on its own whether to honor it. With all the aliens trapped in-system, they've all been refusing to vote on anything. Carl uses an emergency action to ''ask'' (not demand) the AI to put all those pending items up to a vote to ''the entire galaxy'', bypassing them. Most of the items pass with a reasonable majority... except for the one about turning off the protections, which passes with '''98%''' of the vote.
-->"You wanted a slaughter?" I yelled up at the ceiling. "Don't worry. It's coming. Thirty thousand of us, plus our mercenaries? Do you remember what we did to the hunters? That was nothing. ''Your'' people voted for this. ''Your own citizens'' said, yes, we’re okay with the crawlers killing you one by one. Make no mistake. That's exactly what's about to happen."\\
I angrily jabbed my finger upward.\\
"You may have destroyed our homes, but guess what? We have just taken any sense of peace you will ever have in your own home. And that's only if you get there. There will be no prisoners. There will be no quarter. Those of us who remain are battle worn and tested. Every single one of us that is left, to a crawler, is more experienced than any one of you. We are coming. There is nowhere for you to hide. It is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has never been seen."
* Carl's sponsor, the one founded by a former owner of the Cookbook, blows all their money and disappears to get him to listen to a message that turns out to be completely meaningless. Orrin lets the message play out to the universe because it really is that unimportant, and then casually says that the terrorists have all disappeared, but they'll be hunted down soon enough. Except at the end, it turns out that Donut's new sponsor, a garbage company, is actually that organization under a new name. Not only do they get her a Celestial Benefactor Box at the very end, but they manage to get themselves hired as mercenaries for the crawlers for Faction Wars.
-->Cheers rose up through the hull. Fifty-thousand former crawlers, all hidden inside the newly-renamed ''Homecoming Queen''. Once they made it onboard into the system, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them.
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[[folder:Dungeon Crawler Carl]]
* You're standing outside one minute, the next 99.999% of the world is dead and you're being invited to walk down a mysterious stairwell. Oh, look, now you have no choice but participate in a gameshow that will make it 99.99999%. Awesome.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:Carl's Doomsday Scenario]]
* The game loves its unwinnable scenarios. You successfully complete a quest that leaves you at the epicenter of a 45 mile nuke.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook]]
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Gate of the Feral Gods]]
* Remember, it's a gameshow. They give half of you a quest that you ''have'' to accomplish or die. Then they give ''everyone'' the opposite quest, which will kill the first half.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Butcher's Masquerade]]
* It's PlayedForLaughs, but Enthusiastic Double Gonorrhea is horrible. Your genitals are constantly on fire and the only way to stop it is to cut them off or give it to someone else. How are you going to pass it along when ''you're on fire?'' That's not a consensual scenario.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Eye of the Bedlam Bride]]
* The achievement that Carl gets for fulfilling his promise to the hunters really underlines his accomplishment.
-->'''New Achievement. Apex Predator.\\
Holy shit.\\
They're dead.\\
All of them.\\
Every. Last. One.\\
Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds.\\
You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling ''you'' daddy instead of the other way around.'''
* Carl and Donut have to do a pre-production meeting for Faction Wars with Cascadia and all the other faction leaders. Apparently nothing has been done for weeks. Why? Because Juice Box, the changeling who Carl sent down there at the end of the Fifth Floor, ''has been assassinating the leaders on a daily basis''. They can respawn, she can't. It hasn't stopped her.
* Generally, about a thousand crawlers reach the Ninth Floor. They entered the Eighth Floor with more than ever due to skipping the Seventh, and the showrunners tried to balance that out by setting them all against each other at the end. Instead, Carl figures out how to get around the need for limited keys for the stairwells, allowing ''almost everyone'' to pass. While five thousand people still died, '''33,804''' crawlers will enter the Ninth Floor.
-->I was hoping the number of survivors would be over ten thousand. After all the death, after how horrific everything had been, I realized they'd been counting on this last part to be the real gut punch. They'd made it too easy to flee fights because they wanted these last few days to be the real slaughter. We'd figured a way out of it. And because of that, we were hitting the ninth floor not scattered, not broken, and not afraid.\\
We were hitting the ninth floor in unprecedented numbers.
* Emergency Action Items are special actions that sponsors can take to affect Faction Wars. Instead of putting the item up to a normal vote, the AI decides on its own whether to honor it. With all the aliens trapped in-system, they've all been refusing to vote on anything. Carl uses an emergency action to ''ask'' (not demand) the AI to put all those pending items up to a vote to ''the entire galaxy'', bypassing them. Most of the items pass with a reasonable majority... except for the one about turning off the protections, which passes with '''98%''' of the vote.
-->"You wanted a slaughter?" I yelled up at the ceiling. "Don't worry. It's coming. Thirty thousand of us, plus our mercenaries? Do you remember what we did to the hunters? That was nothing. ''Your'' people voted for this. ''Your own citizens'' said, yes, we’re okay with the crawlers killing you one by one. Make no mistake. That's exactly what's about to happen."\\
I angrily jabbed my finger upward.\\
"You may have destroyed our homes, but guess what? We have just taken any sense of peace you will ever have in your own home. And that's only if you get there. There will be no prisoners. There will be no quarter. Those of us who remain are battle worn and tested. Every single one of us that is left, to a crawler, is more experienced than any one of you. We are coming. There is nowhere for you to hide. It is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has never been seen."
* Carl's sponsor, the one founded by a former owner of the Cookbook, blows all their money and disappears to get him to listen to a message that turns out to be completely meaningless. Orrin lets the message play out to the universe because it really is that unimportant, and then casually says that the terrorists have all disappeared, but they'll be hunted down soon enough. Except at the end, it turns out that Donut's new sponsor, a garbage company, is actually that organization under a new name. Not only do they get her a Celestial Benefactor Box at the very end, but they manage to get themselves hired as mercenaries for the crawlers for Faction Wars.
-->Cheers rose up through the hull. Fifty-thousand former crawlers, all hidden inside the newly-renamed ''Homecoming Queen''. Once they made it onboard into the system, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:Dungeon Crawler Carl]]
* You're standing outside one minute, the next 99.999% of the world is dead and you're being invited to walk down a mysterious stairwell. Oh, look, now you have no choice but participate in a gameshow that will make it 99.99999%. Awesome.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:Carl's Doomsday Scenario]]
* The game loves its unwinnable scenarios. You successfully complete a quest that leaves you at the epicenter of a 45 mile nuke.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook]]
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Gate of the Feral Gods]]
* Remember, it's a gameshow. They give half of you a quest that you ''have'' to accomplish or die. Then they give ''everyone'' the opposite quest, which will kill the first half.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Butcher's Masquerade]]
* It's PlayedForLaughs, but Enthusiastic Double Gonorrhea is horrible. Your genitals are constantly on fire and the only way to stop it is to cut them off or give it to someone else. How are you going to pass it along when ''you're on fire?'' That's not a consensual scenario.
[[/folder]]
[[folder:The Eye of the Bedlam Bride]]
* The achievement that Carl gets for fulfilling his promise to the hunters really underlines his accomplishment.
-->'''New Achievement. Apex Predator.\\
Holy shit.\\
They're dead.\\
All of them.\\
Every. Last. One.\\
Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds.\\
You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling ''you'' daddy instead of the other way around.'''
* Carl and Donut have to do a pre-production meeting for Faction Wars with Cascadia and all the other faction leaders. Apparently nothing has been done for weeks. Why? Because Juice Box, the changeling who Carl sent down there at the end of the Fifth Floor, ''has been assassinating the leaders on a daily basis''. They can respawn, she can't. It hasn't stopped her.
* Generally, about a thousand crawlers reach the Ninth Floor. They entered the Eighth Floor with more than ever due to skipping the Seventh, and the showrunners tried to balance that out by setting them all against each other at the end. Instead, Carl figures out how to get around the need for limited keys for the stairwells, allowing ''almost everyone'' to pass. While five thousand people still died, '''33,804''' crawlers will enter the Ninth Floor.
-->I was hoping the number of survivors would be over ten thousand. After all the death, after how horrific everything had been, I realized they'd been counting on this last part to be the real gut punch. They'd made it too easy to flee fights because they wanted these last few days to be the real slaughter. We'd figured a way out of it. And because of that, we were hitting the ninth floor not scattered, not broken, and not afraid.\\
We were hitting the ninth floor in unprecedented numbers.
* Emergency Action Items are special actions that sponsors can take to affect Faction Wars. Instead of putting the item up to a normal vote, the AI decides on its own whether to honor it. With all the aliens trapped in-system, they've all been refusing to vote on anything. Carl uses an emergency action to ''ask'' (not demand) the AI to put all those pending items up to a vote to ''the entire galaxy'', bypassing them. Most of the items pass with a reasonable majority... except for the one about turning off the protections, which passes with '''98%''' of the vote.
-->"You wanted a slaughter?" I yelled up at the ceiling. "Don't worry. It's coming. Thirty thousand of us, plus our mercenaries? Do you remember what we did to the hunters? That was nothing. ''Your'' people voted for this. ''Your own citizens'' said, yes, we’re okay with the crawlers killing you one by one. Make no mistake. That's exactly what's about to happen."\\
I angrily jabbed my finger upward.\\
"You may have destroyed our homes, but guess what? We have just taken any sense of peace you will ever have in your own home. And that's only if you get there. There will be no prisoners. There will be no quarter. Those of us who remain are battle worn and tested. Every single one of us that is left, to a crawler, is more experienced than any one of you. We are coming. There is nowhere for you to hide. It is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has never been seen."
* Carl's sponsor, the one founded by a former owner of the Cookbook, blows all their money and disappears to get him to listen to a message that turns out to be completely meaningless. Orrin lets the message play out to the universe because it really is that unimportant, and then casually says that the terrorists have all disappeared, but they'll be hunted down soon enough. Except at the end, it turns out that Donut's new sponsor, a garbage company, is actually that organization under a new name. Not only do they get her a Celestial Benefactor Box at the very end, but they manage to get themselves hired as mercenaries for the crawlers for Faction Wars.
-->Cheers rose up through the hull. Fifty-thousand former crawlers, all hidden inside the newly-renamed ''Homecoming Queen''. Once they made it onboard into the system, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them.
[[/folder]]
