sometimes there are lines in the dungeon crawler carl book series that hit me like, “how can we make it to heaven if god doesn’t recognize us?” from a person who’s been transformed both physically and mentally by the dungeon or “sometimes parents can cast a shadow so thick, you can drown in it,” from a character who recognizes he was a shitty father to his fucking kid who died and it lands like a sucker punch

the plot of going postal:

Literally everyone after interacting with Carl for two seconds

turns out you only need three things to survive the apocalypse (total collapse of human society and takeover by aliens for an intergalactic game show):

People were strange like that. Steal five dollars and you were a petty thief. Steal thousands of dollars and you were either a government or a hero.

He was not going to be found wanting when duty called. He did not intend to be found at all.

“That’s the problem with hitting the elites financially. Every time you hurt one, all it does is make another richer. That won’t stop until the baskets overflow with their godsdamned heads.”