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DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK

An artist's depiction of him.

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“WHATEVER IN CREATION EXISTS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE EXISTS WITHOUT MY CONSENT ❤︎
HOW WOULD YOU EXPECT TO HIDE FROM ME?
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— DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK,

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“꒒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, 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 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 Photino Birds and is the deity of worship within the ⛧ Vermilion Army ⛧ A.K.A. as he is the creator and savior of all 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 overarching antagonist of all fiction and the main antagonist of 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 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...

NerdBob had this to say:

His three children: the prophets of the Dotar Surk.

"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!

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.
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̈́̔͐̐͐̍̔̚͘͜͜͝͠͝⍙̷̢̧̢̧̠̳͓͎̱͖͔͉̥̻̮̖̜͙͙̩͓̰̘̱͍̺̠͇̟̺̭̼͍̯̈́̽̇͌̓́̾̃̎̎͛̿͐̉̑̿̀͑̕͝͝͝⟟̴̧̨̛͓͍̜͉͓̥̟̣̣̹͕͈̜͓̞͓͈̮̬̪͍̺̻̮͙̭̥̼͉̹̿͋̑͌͆̿̌͆̄̄͋̑̆̏́͗͌̄̈͊̀̄̉̀͑̿̈́̂̈́̓͐̊̐̀̊͘͘͘͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ⍜̷̧̨̢̧̛͕͕̺̜̙̻͎̞̱̥̣͉͔̝̜͓̘̼̪͊͐͌̓̈́̂͊̂̔̉̐̈́́̀͑̑̅̅́̚͘͜͜͜͝͠͝⏚̵͈̩̃̄̌̔͆͆́̈͂̓̌́̿͑́̆̀̆̈́̎̓̿̏̆̒̑̋̇̓͂̿̚͝͠͝͝⋉̷̨̭͑̿̎͗͗̄͒̈́͋͑̓̓͌͗͂̉́̋̾̈̊̅̐̈́̿̓̍̄̓̋̓͐͘̕̚⍙̷̨̨̛̣͇̩̻̗̭̲̼̜͔͕̠̩̩̱̪̮͇̘̞̞̱̦̫̪̮̝̻͓̠͖̝͔̩͍͓̜̳̜̟͇͍̖̜̝͓̬͛̏͗̂͒́̄͆̌̌͋̕̚̕̕͝͠ͅ⎐̴̧̢̨̢̛̯̝̫̺̮͓͇͇̤̭̘͇̬͕̗͙̳̞͉͉̟͚̦̳͙͋͋̒̓͊̌̅̎̈́̌͊͒̊͋͗͂͆͌̂̈́͋̇͋̔̍̈́͐̒̓̎͒́̍̕̕͜͝͝͝⍙̶̢͖̗̖̻͙̘̖̗͕͙͓̩̦̝͓͍̯̯͇̹̲̼̜͈̘͈̪̬̙̩̝̥̬̣̠̤̣̪͙̼͚͉̜̪̌͒̇́ͅ⎍̷̡̞̥̱̻̼̙̟̜͖̮̻͍̭͈͕̼̼̬̰̳̩͉͌͊͐͆́̂̒́̿̒̑̔̓͆͘͝ͅ⍜̶̛̟̐͌̉̀̽͛̂͛̊̈͊̓̈͌̆̚͝͝͝⎍̶̡̢̡̨̧̨̧̠͉̰͈͔̰̦͉͉̝͖̞̲̥͚̜̳̦̱̱̰̼̠͍̈́̓́̾̅͋̽͂͌̃̄͜͠ͅ⎐̶̱̞̠̻̻̰̹͖̩͉͈̪̬̹̖̟̩̓̂͆̐̋́̄͛͑̚̚̚͜⍙̷̨̧̧̛̥̫͓̹͕̳̦̝̩͕̫̮̤̲̥̣̓̍̑̅̾́̅̈́̇̄̒̐̃̇͂͛̋̆́̈́́̋̌̏̿̌͒̋͌͘̚̕̚͝͠⏚̴̧̜̘̞̯̼͇̟̬̮͖̥͕̗̳̙̩͐̈̇̈́̇͋̓͗̓̋̚͠͝
this is just one of his eyes btw

Trivia

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 years old.
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 FUCKING LOVES HEAVY METAL
He is voiced by himself.
It's commonly believed that Dotar Surk is the astral projection of Chungularity due to many similarities between the two and the fact that they are both simultaneously the main antagonists of all of fiction.

I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗̂̆͝͝͝͝N̵̨̻̣̼̹͚͖̐̉̍͆͠͠͠G̵̳̠̗̥̹͔͉̬̒̋̔͛̏̃̏̔̑͆͋̅́͋͝͠

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-[[File:Surk of the Dotar.png|thumb|380x380px|<center>An artist's depiction of him</center>]]"'''''<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>'''<br><br><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 Durgheirr'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>
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-<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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+{{Quote!|{{color|white|''WHATEVER IN CREATION EXISTS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE EXISTS WITHOUT MY CONSENT ❤︎<br>HOW WOULD YOU EXPECT TO HIDE FROM ME?<br>[[File:WHEN I AM ALREADY HERE.gif]]}}|'''DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK''', [[File:DS_icon.png|45px|link=]]}}
+{{Quote!|{{color|white|''꒒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 <big>♠</big>''}}|'''DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK''', [[File:DS_icon.png|45px|link=]]}}
+<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''', 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>Srek Dotúr 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 creatour and saviour of all 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>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>Srek Dotúr also serves as the patriarch of the Photino Birds and is the deity of worship within the [[⛧ Vermilion Army ⛧]] A.K.A. as he is the creator and savior of all 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>{{color|white|NerdBob had this to say:}}</big>==
+<big>He is THE true overarching antagonist of all fiction and the main antagonist of 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 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>
-[[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>{{color|white|NerdBob had this to say:}}</big> ==
+[[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.''" 🤓☝️ - 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>{{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 deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as ''Pollo Loco''.</big>
-*<big>His favorite food are humans, especially when they are seasoned with salt and ketchup.</big>
-*<big> He FUCKING LOVES HEAVY METAL</big>
-*<big> He is voiced by himself.</big>
-*<big> It's commonly believed that Dotar Surk is the astral projection clone of [[Chungularity]] due to many similarities between the two.</big>
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+==<big>{{color|white|Trivia}}</big>==
-==<big>{{color|white|See Also and External Links}}</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 years old.</big>
-*'''[https://web.archive.org/web/20251206051248/https://freakysaga.miraheze.org/wiki/Dotar_Surk DӨƬΛЯ ƧЦЯK]''' - ''𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂pedia <small>(R.I.P.)</small>''
+*<big>He deep-fried every single fucking Merry Maynards character before selling them to KFC, labeling them as ''Pollo Loco''.</big>
+*<big>His favorite food are humans, especially when they are seasoned with salt and ketchup.</big>
+*<big> He FUCKING LOVES HEAVY METAL</big>
+*<big> He is voiced by himself.</big>
+*<big> It's commonly believed that Dotar Surk is the astral projection of [[Chungularity]] due to many similarities between the two and the fact that they are both simultaneously the main antagonists of all of fiction.</big>
 <big>''I̶̢̧̥̤̺̝̖̱͖̳̰̫͖̟͚̠̻̤̹̮̖̹̱̙̩̙̬͛͌̃̇̈́̔͑͒̇͂̈̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅ ̵̯͉̺͕͔̆͂͐̅̐̎̑̏͒̊̾̃͛̆̈́͗̌̃͒͆͐̽͐̾̚̕ͅA̴̛̭͚̟̜̻̅̐̈̓̚̚M̵̨̨̢̡̨̥͕͓͚͓̪̫̣͔̥͈̜̳̰͕̯̗̲̖̰̯͚̲̬̞̩͙̦̮̺̯̬̗̝̬̤̖̣͓̜͖̱̘̹̋̅͌̂͐̎́̂͋͐͊͑̇͂̏̈́͒̿̉̋̕͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̨̗̳̼̠͗̓͋͐́͊̔̀́̈́̍̌̃̒͌͛̀̿̀̍͐͐̇̍̽͘Ċ̸̨̢̣͙̯̣̦͔̻͙̩̝͎̙̰͓͔̗̤̖̖̭͖̦̹̣͉̍̆̉̄̀̏̾̑̆͂̀́̎͝Ơ̶̜̝̯̯͕̠̹̫̖̜̍͛̄̇̊̍̀̈̏̒̉͌̅̑͌̿̀̉̇̒͐̌̊͊͘̚̚͝͠͝͝ͅM̷̡̛͉̘̫̩̫̤̲̦̫͎̒̾̅̐͌̓͗̊̈̍̎̍̑̌̉̌͊̀̀̀̉̂͑̐͒̎̽̀̓̓̂̑͐͒͒̆̃̊͌̕͘͘͘͘͠͝Ḯ̶̡̨̪̱̠̭̱̭̹͔͈̙̥̬͓̺̠̣͇̪̞̯͖͕̫̱͈͓͓̱̯͕̗̳̣̺͙̹͙̱͋̂̅͑̈̈́͗͆̿͗̂̆͝͝͝͝N̵̨̻̣̼̹͚͖̐̉̍͆͠͠͠G̵̳̠̗̥̹͔͉̬̒̋̔͛̏̃̏̔̑͆͋̅́͋͝͠''</big>
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