I love media like Dungeon Crawler Carl because it lures me in with how creative and silly it can be. Only for it to cave-in the backside of my head with a two-by-four of the feels when Shitbrick the clown hold his dying love in his arms, but somehow summons the strength to hold off the wave of man-eating anteaters so his friends Goblick the prostitute goblin and normal guy who likes cars can live to fight another day in simulated televised hell.










