Dungeon Crawler Carl
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Princess Donut is the most confident creature in any room. Which pet in your life (yours or someone else's) would survive the dungeon on sheer attitude alone?
Carl starts this whole thing in boxer shorts and no shoes. If your world ended at 2 a.m., what are you wearing and what is the one ridiculous comfort item you would grab?
This book is funny in the middle of genuinely awful things. Was there a moment where laughing surprised you, and did it feel like relief or like armor?
Carl keeps taking care of a cat who did not ask to be rescued. What did that say to you about the people in your own life you look after without really deciding to?
The whole dungeon is a show with an audience. How did it make you feel to watch people perform while suffering, and did it remind you of anything closer to home?
Which small kindness or ordinary comfort in this book stuck with you most, and why do you think your brain held onto that one?
By the end of your reading, had your sense of who Carl is softened or hardened? Talk about what shifted for you, without giving away how things land.
Carl loses almost everything familiar and has to rebuild a life out of whatever is in front of him. Was there a time you had to make a home out of unlikely pieces, and did reading this make that memory feel different?