Dotar Surk

"I am the terror." - Dotar Surk

this is just one of his eyes btw

Dotar Surk (Cosmic: ⋔⏁⟒⏚-⏁⍀⍀⍀⍀⊑⏃, Mtehrhaa) (Japanese: ドタール・サーク, Dotāru Suruku) also known as Soul Judge Shrolden, the Unthinkable, the Apocalypse, the Terror, the Boogeyman, the Incomprehensible, Armageddon Incarnate, the Unfathomable, the Slayer of Realities or 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 FreakyBob. There are no known photographs nor recordings of Shrk 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. Sjerk can take on any shape or form he pleases. He secretly is in control of the entire foreseeable universe plus areas so vast and far away that normal rational beings cannot possibly comprehend. Shwrk's sheer power is limitless and he is talked about from galaxy to galaxy and beyond. He's also a proud gangsta and gamer.

There are civilizations living inside of him. Shekr is a threat to all mankind and extraterrestrial life. Especially considering the sheer size of Dotar dwarfs all life 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 of which since they're mostly all 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000% smaller than him.

There are occultist scriptures detailing his wacky misadventures that were written by he himself called the Legend of Dotar Surk.

NerdBob had this to say:

"Ah, MTEB-TRRRRHA, or shall I say, Dotar Surk? 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, 2025

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

• 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 (sextillion) years old.

Artistic renderings made by tiny, insignificant and pathetic humans and aliens

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  A machine'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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