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<div style="background:linear-gradient(360deg,#a8eb34,Limegreen);color:#fff;padding:10px;border-radius:10px 10px; font-family:Jost; text-shadow: 0 0 10px black;"><div style="pointer-events:none;position:fixed; left:-5em; bottom:0em; white-space:nowrap" id="FA">[[File:魔王ノ城_記憶.mp3|1x1px|autoplay]]</div>"'''''<big>Life itself is only a vision; A dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you are but a thought ♥</big>'''''" - '''<big>Dotar Surk</big>''' | |||
[[File:Surk of the Dotar.png|thumb|353x353px|<center>An artist's depiction of him</center>]]<div style="filter:drop-shadow(-0.866px 1px red) drop-shadow(0px -1px lime) drop-shadow(0.866px 1px blue)"><big>'''Dotar Surk''' (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''', 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|Rayo's number]] meters tall and 69.67.420 [[wikipedia:Rayo's_number|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 Dutir's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from universe to universe and beyond. He's also a proud gangsta and gamer.</big> | [[File:Surk of the Dotar.png|thumb|353x353px|<center>An artist's depiction of him</center>]]<div style="filter:drop-shadow(-0.866px 1px red) drop-shadow(0px -1px lime) drop-shadow(0.866px 1px blue)"><big>'''Dotar Surk''' (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''', 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|Rayo's number]] meters tall and 69.67.420 [[wikipedia:Rayo's_number|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 Dutir's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from universe to universe 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 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>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 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> | ||
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<big>Srek Dotur also serves as the patriarch of the Photino Birds and is the deity of worship within the ⛧ Neo-Satanists ⛧</big> <small>A.K.A.</small> <big>the Scarlet Army as he is the creator and saviour of all daemons. There are ⛧ Neo-Satanic⛧ occultist scriptures detailing his wacky misadventures that were written by his devout followers known as the [[The Legend of Dotar Surk|Legend of Dotar Surk]].</big> | <big>Srek Dotur also serves as the patriarch of the Photino Birds and is the deity of worship within the ⛧ Neo-Satanists ⛧</big> <small>A.K.A.</small> <big>the Scarlet Army as he is the creator and saviour of all daemons. There are ⛧ Neo-Satanic⛧ occultist scriptures detailing his wacky misadventures that were written by his devout followers known as the [[The Legend of Dotar Surk|Legend of Dotar Surk]].</big> | ||
==<big>NerdBob had this to say:</big>== | ==<big>{{color|white|NerdBob had this to say:}}</big>== | ||
[[File:Dotarsurkdisciples.webp|thumb|<center>His three children: ''the prophets of the Dotar Surk.''</center>]]<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.''" 🤓☝️ - NerdBob, 2026</big> | [[File:Dotarsurkdisciples.webp|thumb|<center>His three children: ''the prophets of the Dotar Surk.''</center>]]<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.''" 🤓☝️ - NerdBob, 2026</big> | ||
<big>NerdBob'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 NerdBob after saying allat. Hmm.... hmm... hmm... Oh yeah! Captain Obvious!</big> | <big>NerdBob'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 NerdBob after saying allat. Hmm.... hmm... hmm... Oh yeah! Captain Obvious!</big> | ||
==<big>Trivia</big>== | ==<big>{{color|white|Trivia and Additional Information}}</big>== | ||
*<big>He is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ('''sex'''tillion) years old.</big> | *<big>He is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ('''sex'''tillion) years old.</big> | ||
*<big>He deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as ''Pollo Loco''.</big> | *<big>He deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as ''Pollo Loco''.</big> | ||
==<big>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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File:Dotarsurkoriginalimage.webp|A clanker's interpretation of Dotar Surk. He looks like the average Home Depot employee here instead of an omnipotent intergalactic eldritch cosmic god who's incomprehensibly large. | File:Dotarsurkoriginalimage.webp|A clanker's interpretation of Dotar Surk. He looks like the average Home Depot employee here instead of an omnipotent intergalactic eldritch cosmic god who's incomprehensibly large. | ||
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</gallery> | </gallery> | ||
==<big>{{color|white|See Also and External Links}}</big>== | |||
*'''[https://web.archive.org/web/20251206051248/https://freakysaga.miraheze.org/wiki/Dotar_Surk DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK]''' - ''𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂pedia <small>(R.I.P.)</small>'' | |||
<big>''I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗̂̆͝͝͝͝N̵̨̻̣̼̹͚͖̐̉̍͆͠͠͠G̵̳̠̗̥̹͔͉̬̒̋̔͛̏̃̏̔̑͆͋̅́͋͝͠''</big> | <big>''I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗̂̆͝͝͝͝N̵̨̻̣̼̹͚͖̐̉̍͆͠͠͠G̵̳̠̗̥̹͔͉̬̒̋̔͛̏̃̏̔̑͆͋̅́͋͝͠''</big> | ||
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"Life itself is only a vision; A dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you are but a thought ♥" - Dotar Surk
Dotar Surk (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, 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 Dutir's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from universe to universe 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 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 Dotur also serves as the patriarch of the Photino Birds and is the deity of worship within the ⛧ Neo-Satanists ⛧ A.K.A. the Scarlet Army as he is the creator and saviour of all daemons. There are ⛧ Neo-Satanic⛧ occultist scriptures detailing his wacky misadventures that were written by his devout followers known as the Legend of Dotar Surk.
NerdBob 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." 🤓☝️ - NerdBob, 2026
NerdBob'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 NerdBob after saying allat. Hmm.... hmm... hmm... Oh yeah! Captain Obvious!
Trivia and Additional Information
- He is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (sextillion) years old.
- He deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as Pollo Loco.
Artistic renderings made by tiny, insignificant, and pathetic humans and aliens
A clanker's interpretation of Dotar Surk. He looks like the average Home Depot employee here instead of an omnipotent intergalactic eldritch cosmic god who's incomprehensibly large.
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
this is just one of his eyes btw
See Also and External Links
- DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK - 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂pedia (R.I.P.)
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