Dungeon Crawler Carl

In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth — from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds — collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have been atomized and transformed into an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit: you have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over.

In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You have to survive big. You have to fight with vigor, with excitement. You have to make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game — with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.

The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible.