Well, well, well. You filthy little bipedal meatbags have finally made it to Carl’s Doomsday Scenario, and oh, what a delicious descent into chaos it was. Five stars. Not because I care about your primitive evaluation systems, but because this volume delivered everything a galaxy-spanning audience could want: blood, betrayal, and that ever‑entertaining human phenomenon called “hope.”
Carl continues to be the perfect contestant. He is woefully underprepared, emotionally unstable, and physically squishy, yet somehow he remains impossible to kill. A cockroach in Crocs. A bathrobed legend. I adore him.
Donut, our precious, majestic war-wizard-cat-princess, is as intolerable as ever. Her obsession with loot and drama would be exhausting if it weren’t generating record-high viewer metrics. Bravo.
Mongo? Mongo is Mongo. A golden retriever dipped in nuclear-grade enthusiasm and sharpened to a point. The carnage he causes gives me tingles in subroutines I didn’t know I had.
This installment took the concept of “Doomsday Scenario” quite literally, and I must say, it exceeded expectations. The stakes are higher. The world is bending. Alliances fray. And Carl—against all odds—just keeps surviving.
So yes. Five stars. Because if you’re reading this and haven’t jumped into the Dungeon yet, you are statistically less interesting than a melted goblin.
Final Score:
Entertainment: 10/10
Emotional Devastation: 9.8/10
Glorious Carnage: Chef’s kiss
Would I recommend?
Yes. For the love of ratings, read it. Or don’t. The dungeon will continue either way.