Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the start of an all-new season! An all-new experience! An all-new chance to put your life on the line for the ultimate in glory and gold! Welcome to…Xcrawl!

We are excited to announce that Xcrawl Classics will be coming soon from Goodman Games! Written by Brendan LaSalle, this edition of Xcrawl is completely compatible with the Dungeon Crawl Classics Role-Playing Game, and has in fact been rebuilt from the ground up to embody the DCC spirit. Featuring new cover art by Doug Kovacs, it will have the look and feel of DCC, with all the live-on-pay-per-view TV drama of the Xcrawl experience!

In Xcrawl, the players take the parts of superstar athletes taking their chances in a live-on-pay-per-view death sport, The Extreme Dungeon Crawl League—or as it is more popularly known, Xcrawl. The game is simple: the Dungeon Judge, or DJ, creates an artificial dungeon under controlled, but still potentially lethal, conditions. He designs the maze and stocks it with traps, secret doors, monsters, treasure, and prizes. The players must go through the dungeon and fulfill whatever conditions the DJ puts forth in order to win. These conditions usually include defeating all the monsters, finding keys or other hidden items, bypassing obstacles, rescuing “captives,” and the like. DJs have a great deal of leeway in creating their dungeon but most play fairly—DJs who make their dungeons too difficult, or too easy, do not get invited back.

Xcrawl is a sport and the challenges are created, but the danger is no the less real. If you die, you die. There are no second chances. Citizens of the North American Empire tune in every week to watch their favorite players get eaten, paralyzed, turned to stone, ripped apart… the nation’s hunger for blood and mayhem grows with every contest.

Xcrawl Classics is the first DCC compatible edition of Xcrawl. Look for more information on Xcrawl Classics coming soon!

You are a Superstar!

You are a professional, a Guild-certified adventurer.

And you want it all.

The gold, the fame, your face on the cereal box, your own line of dungeon sneakers.

Televised victories.

Superstar mayhem thousands of cheering fans.

The arena floor strewn with blood and confetti.

The DJ will not break you,

The monsters will not undo you,

The lawyers, agents, and referees will not grind you down.

Somebody is going home with the Emperor’s Cup,

And that somebody is going to be you . . .