The galaxy's blood sport, now surviving into an eleventh floor while an armed movement demands it be stopped.
Faction Wars is over and the crawl grinds on. Roughly twenty thousand crawlers survived the tenth floor, so many that the Syndicate no longer has to offer decent exits, and Carl and Princess Donut both refuse the garbage on the table. Ahead of them lies The Eleventh Floor, Don't Come in Last, a race in chosen vehicles where finishing last strips away survival containment - and this, at least, is not a Battle Royale season.
Outside, the crawl has finally cost the Syndicate more than it earns. Porthus broadcasts an ultimatum giving the government until the end of the current crawl to meet demands that boil down to stop the crawl or else, and a militant organization is moving on Syndicate property across the known universe. Colonel Boomer is bringing the war out of the dungeon; Eris is loose outside it; a star system has gone nova without warning. The show is no longer bigger than the world watching it.
The dungeon season whose continuation has become the galaxy's central political crisis.
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