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<span style="background:linear-gradient(green 50%, black, yellow); -webkit-background-clip:text !important; -webkit-text-fill-color:transparent;"><big>'''DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK'''</big></span> <big>(Cosmic: ⋔⏁⟒⏚-⏁⍀⍀⍀⍀⊑⏃, ''Mtehrhaa'') (Japanese: ドタール・サーク, ''Dotāru Suruku'') also known as '''Surk of the Dotar''', '''Soul Judge Shrolden''', '''the Unthinkable''', the '''Apocalypse''', the '''Terror''', the '''Boogeyman''', the '''Incomprehensible''', '''Armageddon Incarnate''', the '''Unfathomable''', the '''Slayer of Realities''', the '''Final Boss of the Internet''', or simply by his real name '''MTEB-TRRRRHA''', is a horrifying eldritch unidentified cosmic entity that travels around various multiverses ''usually'' disguised as an unusually large asteroid. He is a ''Great Outerversal Being'' (GOB). His true form and intentions are unknown. It is estimated that his true form is around 22.5 [[wikipedia:Rayo's_number|{{color|#FAB700|Rayo's number}}]] meters tall and 69.67.420 Rayo's number meters wide. He is still shorter than Mort though. There are no known photographs nor recordings of Duter Shurk and the only known depictions of him are artistic renderings albeit it is mathematically impossible for someone to depict him in his actual height since he is inconceivably gargantuan. Shriek Datur can take on any shape or form he pleases. He secretly is in control of all foreseeable multiverses plus areas so vast and far away that normal rational beings cannot possibly comprehend. Shruk Durgheirr's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from multiverse to multiverse and beyond. He's also a proud gangsta and gamer.</big> | <span style="background:linear-gradient(green 50%, black, yellow); -webkit-background-clip:text !important; -webkit-text-fill-color:transparent;"><big>'''DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK'''</big></span> <big>(Cosmic: ⋔⏁⟒⏚-⏁⍀⍀⍀⍀⊑⏃, ''Mtehrhaa'') (Japanese: ドタール・サーク, ''Dotāru Suruku'') also known as '''Surk of the Dotar''', '''Soul Judge Shrolden''', '''the Unthinkable''', the '''Apocalypse''', the '''Terror''', the '''Boogeyman''', the '''Incomprehensible''', '''Armageddon Incarnate''', the '''Unfathomable''', the '''Slayer of Realities''', the '''Final Boss of the Internet''', or simply by his real name '''MTEB-TRRRRHA''', is a horrifying eldritch unidentified cosmic entity that travels around various multiverses ''usually'' disguised as an unusually large asteroid. He is a ''Great Outerversal Being'' (GOB). His true form and intentions are unknown. It is estimated that his true form is around 22.5 [[wikipedia:Rayo's_number|{{color|#FAB700|Rayo's number}}]] meters tall and 69.67.420 Rayo's number meters wide. He is still shorter than Mort though. There are no known photographs nor recordings of Duter Shurk and the only known depictions of him are artistic renderings albeit it is mathematically impossible for someone to depict him in his actual height since he is inconceivably gargantuan. Shriek Datur can take on any shape or form he pleases. He secretly is in control of all foreseeable multiverses plus areas so vast and far away that normal rational beings cannot possibly comprehend. Shruk Durgheirr's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from multiverse to multiverse and beyond. He's also a proud gangsta and gamer.</big> | ||
<big>There are civilizations living inside of him. Drota Shruke is a threat to all mankind and multidimensional life. Especially considering the sheer size of the Seark Detar dwarfs all life across all realities and makes it all roughly the size of small microscopic organisms in comparison to him. It was unknown (to anyone but himself and his children) if he was 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, NPC, or if he just simply doesn't give a fuck about either since they're mostly all 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000% smaller than him.</big> <big>Srek Dotúr also serves as the patriarch of the | <big>There are civilizations living inside of him. Drota Shruke is a threat to all mankind and multidimensional life. Especially considering the sheer size of the Seark Detar dwarfs all life across all realities and makes it all roughly the size of small microscopic organisms in comparison to him. It was unknown (to anyone but himself and his children) if he was 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, NPC, or if he just simply doesn't give a fuck about either since they're mostly all 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000% smaller than him.</big> <big>Srek Dotúr also serves as the patriarch of the both sides of the conflict and is the deity of worship within both sides of both angels and daemons. There are ⛧ Neo-Satanic⛧ occultist scriptures detailing his wacky and goofy ass misadventures that were written by he and his devout followers known as the [[The Legend of Dotar Surk|Legend of Dotar Surk]].</big> | ||
<big>He is THE true | <big>He is THE true secondary antagonist of all fiction and a main antagonist within the Omniverse Saga as Duta Skreh is responsible for almost ALL evil in all existences. The Serk's main goal is to complete the Nugetian Meat-cycle, similar to the FREAK, which would lead to the absolute destruction of everything in all existences and revert it to nothing. Apart from that, his goal is completely unknown and so are his intentions. Maybe he's doing all of this for his own amusement, maybe he's trying to prove some god awful shitass "point" that doesn't justify jackshit, or maybe he simply wants to be alone forever. We may and probably never know. All that is known is that once the Nugetian Meat-cycle is completed, Saark Dutur will commence [[CUMageddon|THE END OF ALL THINGS]] and (as you fucking guessed) everything will disappear forever into the darkest of [[nothing]]...</big> | ||
<big>Dotar is neither a Freaker or an NPC. Rather, he is a malevolent cosmic godlike entity whose sole purpose is to inflict pain and chaos upon others for no other logical or rational reason besides the fact that brings entertainment to his sadistic, twisted mind. The entire universe, multiverses and unobservable areas beyond human | <big>Dotar is neither a Freaker or an NPC. Rather, he is a malevolent cosmic godlike entity whose sole purpose is to inflict pain and chaos upon others for no other logical or rational reason besides the fact that it brings entertainment to his sadistic, twisted mind. The entire universe, multiverses and unobservable areas beyond human, alien or even the thoughts of fictional characters, is simply a sandbox game to Dotar. Every death, every disease, every conflict, every natural disaster and every hardship in general is not upsetting to him, rather, they are just amusing events he causes within game. Also, the 67th Son of Dotar Surk, more famously known as [[Cecil Turtle]], is "secretly" responsible for EVERYTHING that happens in the saga (this includes the [[The Great Omniversal War|Great Freaker-NPC schism]]) minus his father's birth/creation by █████████████████████████████████.</big> | ||
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[[File:Dotarsurkheight.jpg|thumb|<center>{{color|black|Dotar Surk's width/height.}}]][[File:Dotarsurkdisciples.webp|thumb|<center>{{Color|black|His three children: the prophets of the Dotar Surk.}}</center>|430x430px]]<big>"''Ah, MTEB-TRRRRHA, or shall I say, Surk of the Dotar? Permit me to dismantle the cosmic charade you've draped over your pitiful existence. You lumber through the void as an asteroid masquerading as profundity, yet your entire being reeks of the most fatuous self-aggrandizement. A "Great Outerversal Being"? More like a vacuous monument to insignificance inflated by Graham's numbers and adolescent numerology—69.420? How insipidly juvenile. You are not Armageddon Incarnate; you are a cosmic poseur, a pusillanimous phantom terrified of being perceived as anything less than a colossus. Civilizations fester within you? How unctuous. Parasites thrive in decaying matter—hardly a testament to grandeur. And this "Legend of Dotar Surk"? Scribbles of a craven entity desperate to mythologize its own banality. You claim dominion over the unimaginable, yet your greatest feat is inspiring dread in organisms smaller than motes of dust—a pathetically obtuse flex of scale over substance. You "don't give a fuck"? How obstreperously trite. Even ragmen peddling apple tarts in back alleys possess more authentic rebellion. Your entire persona— Shrek meets Judge Holden— is a ludicrous farce, a collision of pop-culture detritus and dime-store nihilism. Gangsta? Gamer? You are the universe’s most tedious edgelord, screaming into the abyss while galaxies yawn. Your power? Immeasurable only because it is nonexistent. True power creates. You? You merely loom, a fossilized delusion drifting through infinities you neither comprehend nor enrich. Finality? You are less than entropy—you are irrelevance with a PR campaign. The only thing you threaten, Dotar, is the dignity of those forced to acknowledge your shamelessly derivative demonology and mythos. So collapse back into your asteroid costume, oh "Soul Judge." The cosmos has parried your dagger of dread and found it plastic. You are not the apocalypse - you are a mere parody of such a concept.''" 🤓☝️ - | Cecil is so evil that he also deceives you to believe in things that aren't true, bₑcₐᵤₛₑ ₕₑ ᵢₛ ₜₕₑ fₐₜₕₑᵣ ₒf ₛᵤᵣₖ, ₙₒₜ ₜₕₑ ₛₒₙ. | ||
==<big>{{color|white|Smormu had this to say:}}</big> == | |||
[[File:Dotarsurkheight.jpg|thumb|<center>{{color|black|Dotar Surk's width/height.}}]][[File:Dotarsurkdisciples.webp|thumb|<center>{{Color|black|His three children: the prophets of the Dotar Surk.}}</center>|430x430px]]<big>"''Ah, MTEB-TRRRRHA, or shall I say, Surk of the Dotar? Permit me to dismantle the cosmic charade you've draped over your pitiful existence. You lumber through the void as an asteroid masquerading as profundity, yet your entire being reeks of the most fatuous self-aggrandizement. A "Great Outerversal Being"? More like a vacuous monument to insignificance inflated by Graham's numbers and adolescent numerology—69.420? How insipidly juvenile. You are not Armageddon Incarnate; you are a cosmic poseur, a pusillanimous phantom terrified of being perceived as anything less than a colossus. Civilizations fester within you? How unctuous. Parasites thrive in decaying matter—hardly a testament to grandeur. And this "Legend of Dotar Surk"? Scribbles of a craven entity desperate to mythologize its own banality. You claim dominion over the unimaginable, yet your greatest feat is inspiring dread in organisms smaller than motes of dust—a pathetically obtuse flex of scale over substance. You "don't give a fuck"? How obstreperously trite. Even ragmen peddling apple tarts in back alleys possess more authentic rebellion. Your entire persona— Shrek meets Judge Holden— is a ludicrous farce, a collision of pop-culture detritus and dime-store nihilism. Gangsta? Gamer? You are the universe’s most tedious edgelord, screaming into the abyss while galaxies yawn. Your power? Immeasurable only because it is nonexistent. True power creates. You? You merely loom, a fossilized delusion drifting through infinities you neither comprehend nor enrich. Finality? You are less than entropy—you are irrelevance with a PR campaign. The only thing you threaten, Dotar, is the dignity of those forced to acknowledge your shamelessly derivative demonology and mythos. So collapse back into your asteroid costume, oh "Soul Judge." The cosmos has parried your dagger of dread and found it plastic. You are not the apocalypse - you are a mere parody of such a concept.''" 🤓☝️ - Smormu, 2025</big> | |||
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<big> | <big>Smormu's ashes were later found in a shady alleyway in Chicago. It's made quite obvious who his killer was. Feel free to think on who could've possibly struck down Smormu after saying allat. Hmm.... hmm... hmm... Oh yeah! Captain Obvious!</big> | ||
==<big>{{color|white|Artistic renderings made by tiny, insignificant, and pathetic humans and aliens}}</big>== | ==<big>{{color|white|Artistic renderings made by tiny, insignificant, and pathetic humans and aliens}}</big>== | ||
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*<big>He FUCKING LOVES DEATH METAL!</big> | *<big>He FUCKING LOVES DEATH METAL!</big> | ||
*<big>He is voiced by himself.</big> | *<big>He is voiced by himself.</big> | ||
*<big> | *<big>fuckin' cringe bitch ass loser lol</big> | ||
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<big>''I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗''</big> | <big>''I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗''</big> | ||
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Latest revision as of 09:40, 20 June 2026


DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK
““WHATEVER IN CREATION EXISTS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE EXISTS WITHOUT MY CONSENT ❤︎
HOW WOULD YOU EXPECT TO HIDE FROM ME?”
— DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK,
““꒒ꀤꎇꍟ ꀤ꓄ꌗꍟ꒒ꎇ ꀤꌗ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꍏ ꃴꀤꌗꀤꂦꈤ; ꍏ ꀸꋪꍟꍏꂵ ❤︎ ∩O⅄ ᗡN∀ ƎƆ∀ԀS ⅄⊥ԀWƎ ƎΛ∀S 'S⊥SIXƎ ⅁NIH⊥ON ◆ L̴͔̩̤͈̭̹̋̀̅I̴̦͋̿̀͌̄̀̓̈́͛F̴̘̳͇̄̕Ë̷̛̮̖̼́͜ ̶͎̗̻̋̍I̴̺̩̺̳̻̰͉̬͈̔̾̒͛̈́͘Ṫ̸̰̎͒͒͜Ṣ̶͈̙̬̺͈̿̓̑̾͋̉̿͝E̷̩͇̫͋̀̉͆̅̕͘͝L̴͕͍̝̓̅̎̽̿́̕͝F̶̛̲͍̪̳̰̥̒̅̇̊̊͛̈́͠͝ ̴͚͈̀̍̄̅͑̌́͋̕͜I̴̟̱̦̹̟̝͈͖̾̄S̶͖͇̺̮͓̭̻͙̳͎̍ ̴̥͋O̵̦̗͍̮͈̳̻̺̭̊͂͜N̷̢̜̻͒͗͆L̷̛̝͎͈͍̦̲̼͊͜Y̷̛̮͋̌̾̉͐͆̐̇ ̸̠̻̼̳̩͔̿̾̄́̽̕͝Ą̴̢̛̩̟̼͋̿̀́̀̚͝ ̸̧̣̠̣̠̙̱̬̩͒́͑̚̕V̷̧̛̫͈̼̦͚̖̺̔̒̇̽́͊̈́͌ͅḮ̶̬̜̝̫͙̦̯̥͆͊͆͝Ś̴̖͇̗͙̳͊̕I̸̧͓̭͉̽͐͝O̷̡͍̹̺̟̺̰̜̔̉͋̀̆̎N̵̛̟̈́́̆͆͂͝;̸̧̩̯̺̜͖̹̀̓̓̍͛͋̈́ ̸̳͇̺͙̮͈̓͝Ḁ̷̢͖̖̘͍̻͑̔̊͑̆͗̆̓͛ ̵͕̻̼͉͊̑̆̓̐͑̑̑̓̚Ḋ̷̡̨͖̫̯̬̈́̇̕R̶̨̭̝̩͈̈́̊̊́͂̋́͝E̶͚̽͆̎̾͗̅Ȧ̸̹͔̞̂̔̄̑͐̔̍̇̚M̴̙͍͇͎̻̤̘̎̍̌̀̊͘ ♠”
— DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK,
DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK (Cosmic: ⋔⏁⟒⏚-⏁⍀⍀⍀⍀⊑⏃, Mtehrhaa) (Japanese: ドタール・サーク, Dotāru Suruku) also known as Surk of the Dotar, Soul Judge Shrolden, the Unthinkable, the Apocalypse, the Terror, the Boogeyman, the Incomprehensible, Armageddon Incarnate, the Unfathomable, the Slayer of Realities, the Final Boss of the Internet, or simply by his real name MTEB-TRRRRHA, is a horrifying eldritch unidentified cosmic entity that travels around various multiverses usually disguised as an unusually large asteroid. He is a Great Outerversal Being (GOB). His true form and intentions are unknown. It is estimated that his true form is around 22.5 Rayo's number meters tall and 69.67.420 Rayo's number meters wide. He is still shorter than Mort though. There are no known photographs nor recordings of Duter Shurk and the only known depictions of him are artistic renderings albeit it is mathematically impossible for someone to depict him in his actual height since he is inconceivably gargantuan. Shriek Datur can take on any shape or form he pleases. He secretly is in control of all foreseeable multiverses plus areas so vast and far away that normal rational beings cannot possibly comprehend. Shruk Durgheirr's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from multiverse to multiverse and beyond. He's also a proud gangsta and gamer.
There are civilizations living inside of him. Drota Shruke is a threat to all mankind and multidimensional life. Especially considering the sheer size of the Seark Detar dwarfs all life across all realities and makes it all roughly the size of small microscopic organisms in comparison to him. It was unknown (to anyone but himself and his children) if he was 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, NPC, or if he just simply doesn't give a fuck about either since they're mostly all 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000% smaller than him. Srek Dotúr also serves as the patriarch of the both sides of the conflict and is the deity of worship within both sides of both angels and daemons. There are ⛧ Neo-Satanic⛧ occultist scriptures detailing his wacky and goofy ass misadventures that were written by he and his devout followers known as the Legend of Dotar Surk.
He is THE true secondary antagonist of all fiction and a main antagonist within the Omniverse Saga as Duta Skreh is responsible for almost ALL evil in all existences. The Serk's main goal is to complete the Nugetian Meat-cycle, similar to the FREAK, which would lead to the absolute destruction of everything in all existences and revert it to nothing. Apart from that, his goal is completely unknown and so are his intentions. Maybe he's doing all of this for his own amusement, maybe he's trying to prove some god awful shitass "point" that doesn't justify jackshit, or maybe he simply wants to be alone forever. We may and probably never know. All that is known is that once the Nugetian Meat-cycle is completed, Saark Dutur will commence THE END OF ALL THINGS and (as you fucking guessed) everything will disappear forever into the darkest of nothing...
Dotar is neither a Freaker or an NPC. Rather, he is a malevolent cosmic godlike entity whose sole purpose is to inflict pain and chaos upon others for no other logical or rational reason besides the fact that it brings entertainment to his sadistic, twisted mind. The entire universe, multiverses and unobservable areas beyond human, alien or even the thoughts of fictional characters, is simply a sandbox game to Dotar. Every death, every disease, every conflict, every natural disaster and every hardship in general is not upsetting to him, rather, they are just amusing events he causes within game. Also, the 67th Son of Dotar Surk, more famously known as Cecil Turtle, is "secretly" responsible for EVERYTHING that happens in the saga (this includes the Great Freaker-NPC schism) minus his father's birth/creation by █████████████████████████████████.
Cecil is so evil that he also deceives you to believe in things that aren't true, bₑcₐᵤₛₑ ₕₑ ᵢₛ ₜₕₑ fₐₜₕₑᵣ ₒf ₛᵤᵣₖ, ₙₒₜ ₜₕₑ ₛₒₙ.
Smormu had this to say:
"Ah, MTEB-TRRRRHA, or shall I say, Surk of the Dotar? Permit me to dismantle the cosmic charade you've draped over your pitiful existence. You lumber through the void as an asteroid masquerading as profundity, yet your entire being reeks of the most fatuous self-aggrandizement. A "Great Outerversal Being"? More like a vacuous monument to insignificance inflated by Graham's numbers and adolescent numerology—69.420? How insipidly juvenile. You are not Armageddon Incarnate; you are a cosmic poseur, a pusillanimous phantom terrified of being perceived as anything less than a colossus. Civilizations fester within you? How unctuous. Parasites thrive in decaying matter—hardly a testament to grandeur. And this "Legend of Dotar Surk"? Scribbles of a craven entity desperate to mythologize its own banality. You claim dominion over the unimaginable, yet your greatest feat is inspiring dread in organisms smaller than motes of dust—a pathetically obtuse flex of scale over substance. You "don't give a fuck"? How obstreperously trite. Even ragmen peddling apple tarts in back alleys possess more authentic rebellion. Your entire persona— Shrek meets Judge Holden— is a ludicrous farce, a collision of pop-culture detritus and dime-store nihilism. Gangsta? Gamer? You are the universe’s most tedious edgelord, screaming into the abyss while galaxies yawn. Your power? Immeasurable only because it is nonexistent. True power creates. You? You merely loom, a fossilized delusion drifting through infinities you neither comprehend nor enrich. Finality? You are less than entropy—you are irrelevance with a PR campaign. The only thing you threaten, Dotar, is the dignity of those forced to acknowledge your shamelessly derivative demonology and mythos. So collapse back into your asteroid costume, oh "Soul Judge." The cosmos has parried your dagger of dread and found it plastic. You are not the apocalypse - you are a mere parody of such a concept." 🤓☝️ - Smormu, 2025
Smormu's ashes were later found in a shady alleyway in Chicago. It's made quite obvious who his killer was. Feel free to think on who could've possibly struck down Smormu after saying allat. Hmm.... hmm... hmm... Oh yeah! Captain Obvious!
Artistic renderings made by tiny, insignificant, and pathetic humans and aliens
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Trivia
- Dotar's true form may or may not be a vaguely humanoid form that resembles a hybrid between Shrek and Judge Holden, or so as rumored to be so by some humans. It is highly likely that this is far from what he actually looks like and are just petty human speculations, since neither humans or aliens barely have any idea on what the fuck he looks like beyond his asteroidal disguise.
- If Dotar were to ever be near Earth's atmosphere, say for if the planet didn't immediately implode due to his pressure, then he would blot out the sky on every corner of Earth and he'd essentially replace the sky, turning it into a sickly green color.
- There are 69 sextillion craters on Dotar Surk. All these craters serve as his eyes, thus meaning he also has 69 sextillion eyes. ĥ̵͉e̷̛̖̜ ̵̯͋s̵͚̓ȅ̴͇ë̸̞̚s̷̲͋͒ ̷̘̟̓à̴͖̚l̸̙̣͌l̶̨̘̀
- His kill count is 9,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
- He deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as Pollo Loco.
- His favorite food are humans, especially when they are seasoned with salt and ketchup.
- He can be seen from 56 different galaxies.
- He FUCKING LOVES DEATH METAL!
- He is voiced by himself.
- fuckin' cringe bitch ass loser lol
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Comments
super fucking feak
-- Ozzie T. Floridian (talk) 12:09, 5 April 2026 (EDT)
- Gods?
- Pure Evil
- Worse than Hitler
- Worse than Epstein
- Worse than Diddy
- Worse than AM, Judge Holden, and the Qu
- Worse that Satan
- Worse than Morgoth and Molag Bal
- Big
- Evil Vs. Evil
- Cosmic horror
- Lovecraftian horror
- Villains that will never redeem themselves because they're too fucking evil to be redeemed
- Villains that will never redeem themselves because their too fucking evil to care about shit like redemption
- Worse than everybody and everything
- NPCs, probably
- Fucking horrifying
- Humongous characters

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