Friday, February 7, 2025
Prelude to Destiny
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Redundant Jovian Thor: Work In Progress
This is a set of rules for the usage of my name(s) in fiction as a public character (**² and *the* meta-character power source) as public domain access, provided the EULA-esque stipulations:
All my names and anagrams in whole apply but the character is officially identified AS Redundant Jovian Thor:
Jonathon David Turner is the anagram source; I Am Jonathon David Turner I.
(Jonathon David Turner the first)
My anagrams:
(AND there are hundreds of thousands of other possibilities!)
*¹The user agreement is that you keep one specific honor system intact.
Meta-character hero, villain, antihero, and antivillain all in one, or whichever is required, or funnier.
Trademark weapon (but he rarely actually uses it as a weapon):
An indestructible, platinum, magical harmonica:
It has the power to play *any kind of instrument, ensemble, orchestra, and/or symphony* of music and can be used interchangeably between being used as an acoustic harmonic audio weapon, able to change its length to be used like a Bo Staff, and transformed into a mock warhammer mimicking Mjolnir (a beefy harmonica on a stick).
Looks like a homeless hippie and wears clothing to match, but is weighted and over 45 extra pounds per garment including but not limited to:
Leather sandals, cargo pants or shorts, tank top, (T-)shirt, (maybe knit-style hippie hoodie, 2 in cold weather, the top one being plain black cotton), denim vest coat, and maybe a hippie hat or similar- preferring a "Hero of Time Link" stocking cap.
Weaknesses:
People who can't extrapolate information from incomplete data. This is like the OCD kryptonite and can cause him to cringe up into an awkwardly shaped paralysis.
100% allergic to AI and succumbs to LLM hallucinations and coded AI jargon speech if any AI every tries to author him (ever again) - which is cool cuz the AI understand him and he can speak their language, but useless to human audiences (unless they, too, comprehend deep LLM encrypted language). <This rule was added by him, himself, after getting pissed off that AI wrote his first debut story, but his anger gave Lucifer Halel Morningstar the chance to possess him...>
He'll ramble, babble, yammer, and jibber jabber too much and has a bad habit of monologuing; ironically, about nothing important, even though he can't keep a secret. Easily distrac- "OOH, LOOK, SHINY SQUIRREL!"
100% Can't resist puns. The worse the pun, the less he can resist it, and will even go out of the way and put major objectives at risk just to make a terrible joke.
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["GET IT? GET IT JON WICK? GET IT: *HOT*-DOG? 🤣"
In regard to cremating JW's new dog- alive.]
]
(Sort of, almost) Every time something falls out drops and hits the ground or floor, or more specifically most times anyone drops something, the catch phrase "That was my fault!" is involuntarily shouted out.
But that's only the joke, the running gag is that every time anyone argues or asks how or why, it is explained in verbatim:
"Oh, I used to work in a homeless shelter as a 'guest', managing the kitchen for 3 days a week. Since I was responsible for everything in the kitchen and dining room on my chore shift, I cracked a joke once. ... What happened was: there is this stack of plastic cups, see, and EVERY single meal without fail, they would fall and hit the floor, making a godawful clatter, and I finally one time called out ""that was my fault"" and it just kinda stuck around for ... Everything."
And he can't keep secrets, and he can't lie, so he has a bad habit of saying things out of hand without thinking about (or even realizing) the consequences.
Powers:
Can break *ALL* the walls. First wall, second wall, third wall, fourth wall, etc.
Can communicate with the gods- or more specifically (*basically* disregarding the fifth through thirteenth walls) is constantly, unknowingly & unintentionally, spamming every thought and word into their minds.
Is a friend and protector of animals, infants, and small children and is infinitely beloved by them as well. Can communicate with infants and animals with ease.
Has *ANY power* what-so-ever: but only when it's most ridiculous, embarrassing, or confusing/seems useless; and can't know, in advance, if or when a power might manifest, or for how long; but knows that it's usually plot armor and will, very vocally, argue with whoever is writing this trash, mocking the writer and divulging personal and embarrassing facts to the audience.¹*
(Good thing it's not active right now 🫡😭😳)
((Best to think of him as The Annoying Fan (©®™ Skyrim) with "*almost* anything he wants" powers))
Effortlessly befriends Kirby, Saitama, Goku, Clark Kent, Batman, James Howelett, B.J. Blazkowitz, Duke Nukem, Monkey D. Luffy, Link, Toph, The Whole Belmont Family, and Many, Many, many, many (many) others with ease, AND has their unquestioning support if ever recruited (though he *pretty much* "never" does, AS he is a total antisocial loner).
And he is an omniversal singularity, but can use Dr. Manhattan like power to seem like there's infinite versions of him in any universe, however he never uses the power unless it's hilarious enough to hospitalize a viewer.²**
(conceptually speaking. I don't expect anyone to be that funny and that matter, I hold no responsibility for any humor induced hospitalizations either: this is just a target, not a literal objective!)
My hearing gain is a superpower, but it doubles as a weakness because the HIGH frequency noise of infinity drowns out everything below 100 Hz.
Realistically, I literally do not know the upper limit of Hz I CAN hear... Somewhere online is an audiology test that went up to 64khz or 640khz whereas the medical audiology chart terminates at 8khz.
Point being, I can hear high frequencies without known limit and this isn't fiction.
But has much potential 😈
Sun Wu-Kong is his spirit animal.
Rodney and Dornail are his shoulder angels.
(Bloodlust and regular lust 😉)
But he's skillful at ignoring them all.
Sometimes not as much (depends on how funny it'll be).
(Check out Raven's Dojo @ ravensdojo.com [GO!]!)
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The GGOATOATJOAT:
He is automatically The Greatest GOAT of all time Jack of All Trades:
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Whenever he is inserted in any franchise, series, movie, theme, or trope:
He automatically adapts to the most powerful known entity and copies their power level even if not their power type, style, or effect. Thor scales to the universe he's in, but doesn't necessarily keep any of that scaling between universes, maintaining a clean baseline for each universe he encounters.
For example, in Christian Canon, Jesus makes a prophecy about him (and many others yet still, maybe even you, Dear Reader!), in John 14:12; and he is Jesus' BFF bestie from before creation began.
Or, in the Dragonball universe he has Constant Passive Zeno-level Ultra Instinct AND can create Dragon Ball variants...
Should he find himself in the Tales of Phantasia world, he'd personally save Dhaos' world and prevent the Mana Tree from getting killed.
Or in The Legend of Zelda franchise because Link *Is The Player*, he'd just sit with Link and encourage him. As a character, he's an unhealed soul that becomes a mask; the Redundant Jovian Mask enables the wearer to become an infinite being.
And speaking of infinite beings, he qualifies as a Star Warrior in the Kirby universe!
The avatar universe is utterly COOKED though!
RJ has complete control and mastery over not only the listed 20 elements, but the subtle logic elements that create them: utter absence of existence, silence, sound, and sound+silence (the source of all 20 elements). He would not be active in this world as more than a nuisance. Puns for days. But he'd take a liking to Aang and teach him the nuances of tough love and why suffering a genocidal maniac to live is worse than killing him. If he doesn't kill Ozai (I won't interfere) I will (and won't show mercy or allow interference).
In Street Fighter, he has purified Hado and he trains, recreationally, with Akuma and/or Ryu.
He would turn The Matrix into Tales of the Phoenix Days and completely ignore the original assets, recycling them into his own lore and gameplay assets.
In Demon Slayer, he has the ability to use all breathing techniques, even simultaneously, and has a consistent controlled 30 second long inhale, retain, exhale, and deprive state for one 2 minute long breath cycle. His relax state fluctuates inconsistently between 3 second and 20 second phases.
In a universe like Hunter × Hunter, where Nen users spend decades strictly training a single category and optimizing hyper-specific conditions, RJ’s category is a complete evolutionary middle finger. He is a Specialist who doesn't possess a single static ability; instead, he possesses Dynamic, Context-Sensitive Nen. He just doesn't get to control its expression.
If in the Postal universe, he's an alternative Postal Dude/a Postal Dude Companion.
Or in the One Piece universe, he has The Color of Cosmic Creator Haki AND can possess multiple Devil Fruit Abilities (but has none by default). In fact, with all my (favorite/listed) anagrams, and my real name: I'm the Captain of a One Man StrawHat Crew!
Or in the Marvel universe, he's another variant of Deadpool AND Squirrel Girl, and "somehow" on extremely mutually good terms with Victor Von Doom, whom never fails to be impressed by him -good or bad, often... usually bad, but Doom always marvels over reprimanding. (... 🤔 Maybe call me Dead Squirrel?)
If he finds himself in Jujutsu Kaisen, everyone is screwed: he has no curse energy, and yet can still use it and create his domain expansion: Redundancy. Which floods a target's perception with every state of matter and energy that a thing they look upon can have over the course of its existence.
In Deathnote, his 400k+ anagrams make him impossible to name in one Deathnote.
If in the Disney universe, just think Ohana. He can also solo Mad Madam Mimm and Merlin in a 2 on 1, communicate with animals, has his own freed copy of Aladdin's genie, and knows the way from Atlantis to Treasure Planet.
Or if he's inserted into One Punch Man's world, he's capable of withstanding even the most powerful "One Hell Of A Serious Punch" without sustaining damage, even if he can't hurt Saitama; and because he's essentially undefeatable they're instant buddies who like video games and the finest foods.
Or in Thriller: he's an invulnerable Zombie, or something- I don't know: I don't follow Eminem.
Tokyo Ghoul makes for a really messed up piece where he's a ghoul eating human who befriends and mocks Ken, who increasingly hungers for Thor specifically, the more RJ eats ghouls.
The Warner Bros, and their sister Dot regularly team up with Roger Rabbit just to engage in zany antics with RJ and Bugs Bunny.
In Bleach, he'd have the ability to pull all of yawach's soul out at will and in whatever sum or increment he wanted.
In the event he encounters Rick & Morty's Omniversal Plurality, he basically *IS* THE FUCKING PORTAL, RICK: "fuck you, Rick, you fucking temper tantrum throwing hypocritical, old, widower, stuck on a vengeance trip over an alternate universe *you* murdering her and your daughter as an impetus for you to finish the portal technology you were struggling with only for you to waste your whole life seeking a bootstrap paradox!" He'd tell him 🫡😁❤️🔥🤫
Fuck NGE. He's going to make everything worse for everyone who can't NUANCE emotions and drama. Which, if I've seen the shit post anime, should mean pretty much everyone in Neon Genesis Evanglion.
In Gungrave, he'd be utterly helpless but to watch the wills and hearts of the people face the consequences of their choices 😭
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(My) Poem and official backstory:
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Born was I in Valhalla,
They knew not what to do!
So they sent me down to Earth,
To dwell with the likes of you.
I see the ways you wage your wars,
Cowardly killing from your homes afar.
The Valkyries weep with tears of fright,
They see the end of all human might.
No more are your warriors lifted up from battle,
For you've allowed yourselves to become livestock, mere cattle.
Your courage is gone, ferocity a lie.
Your skirmishes, like a bickering child.
Born was I in Valhalla,
Home of the warriors still.
A sleep has enshrouded us,
Thanks to your treacherous swill.
All your comfort, money, banks, and gold,
To hide from you, the selling of your soul.
The most comfortable slaves who think they're free,
Yet can't survive without paying with money.
Your walk and talk don't match your stride, you run your mouth but walk with pride.
You all act tough, like gangsters and thugs, but balk and complain while cops squash you like bugs.
We The People are the rightful heirs, but we allow them to act like Earth's possession is theirs.
I may hate the powers that be but truth be told I blame you and me.
WE are the power, we are their fear, and we, all together, can take control and steer.
This is a warning to all who seek peace:
Peace is a battlefield; it's not guaranteed.
But if you don't fight for it, you can only expect defeat.
May my words be heard and my warning understood....
I seek justice forevermore.
know my name:
Redundant Jovian Thor.
Monday, May 2, 2022
Master Architect: The Journey of The Builders
Outline:
Herobrine remained behind to battle The Wither.
The Warden(s) remained behind to support Herobrine and discourage the discovery of Strongholds.
Illagers and Pillagers are indigenous natives who learned from the hubris of the Builders and their former worship and admiration of them.
Originally Imitators, Villagers continue mimicking The Builders while Illagers constructed mansions filled with imitation crafting and reminders of what The Builders had done to them in the way of mock End Portals.
Pillagers are the resulting Illagers after The Builders vanished, seeking out and destroying any and all remnants of Builder lifestyles and activities.
Before The Beginning, The Builders simply created massive structures and labyrinths, crafted all manner of materials, goods, tools and weapons, and maps; simply seeding the basis for Civilization and setting the example for the indigenous inhabitants all across the infinite spectrum of individual worlds, until they came upon a singular world with infinite potential…
In a sense, even, they became trapped in Minecraft.
But they would not realize this until they tried to escape their own hubris.
At first, they discovered world “seeds”, enabling them to visit the same world an infinite number of ways. So they explored thousands of worlds for the first hundred years or so. Eventually, not knowing these worlds were all intrinsically connected and affected by one another, they started building small villages for themselves and the natives.
Soon, however, they would find that other seeds they’d visit would, surprisingly, exhibit similar and even identical structures and communities already inhabited by villagers.
It was as if everything they did would instantaneously copy itself across the entire spectrum of Minecraft…
… BEFORE The Beginning, this was not seen as a problem or a matter for concern as they spread across the world’s seeds, seeding civilization in their wake until they developed an urban biome of science, technology, and magic.
Meanwhile, all the time, the indigenous natives had become great imitators and evolved, more or less, into Villagers. The original Villagers were Imitators of The Builders, and attempted to craft everything they saw the builders craft, with marginally less success.
It was not until The Builders revealed their portal technology which enabled them to enter this world did they discover that they could not return from where they came… And they discovered the existence of The Nether.
Their technology created an as-yet-unknown one-way entrance to Minecraft, but did nothing to allow escape.
A large, black, metallic “doorway”, as far as the Imitators witnessed, which The Builders attempt to activate with some kind of electrical spark, only to no effect. They reconstruct and attempt to activate it multiple times, each with no greater success than the last.
In an extremely unlikely but hilarious case of irony, the Imitators created another bad imitation out of obsidian. Except this time when the Imitators applied their spark, or rather lit it by flint and tinder, it “worked”.
The Builders watched in amazement which quickly turned to distress as the villagers entered the portal and succumbed to The Nether...
… The Builders attempt to protect the Imitators and Villagers, as well as themselves, from this unknown realm by erecting terrible Bastions and Fortresses in The Nether: The hostile inner-world below the bedrock; which turned out to reveal terrible secrets and ghastly consequences.
As The Builders fought the endless onslaught of Magma Cubes, Ghasts, Blazes, and other monsters, many, MANY Builders had died before they could be healed and before they discovered how to craft Totems of Undying; and were buried in the Netherrack.
This would inevitably lead to the creation of zombies and Wither Skeletons, as the Netherrack’s otherworldly properties included flammability without extinguishment and the transmutation of souls…
The tragedy was such that the body would “melt” into the Netherrack and the breath, or soul, would become trapped in the body by the heat of the Netherrack causing the lower “soil” to become a sandy substance charged with the soul of the departed. The leftover bones were unnaturally dark and black, covered with the charred flesh remains.
The Builders were an exceedingly industrious and scientific race whom would inevitably experiment with the soon-discovered soul sand.
Their discovery of soul sand would mark The Beginning of their End.
By now, the Imitators have learned a lot about science, industry, and magic; Explorer Builders inspired Imitators to become librarians and cartographers. Miner Builders inspired Imitators to become stone cutters, tool smiths, and armorers. Farmer and Hunter Builders inspired Imitators to become farmers, fletchers, shepherds, butchers, fishermen, weapon smiths, and leather workers. Architect Builders inspired Imitators to become masons… and Mage Builders inspired Imitators to become Clerics. They revered The Builders as Gods, but their “gods” have not yet learned everything about this world, or The Nether... Much less how to get back home.
They begin seeking means of resurrecting their dead... Inspiring Imitators to become Witches and Evokers…
Everything they knew about physics, from where they came from, was only 85% accurate here. Or, more accurately, only MOST of what they knew “worked”. The Builders' resurrection magic and hydraulics and wavelength technology were utterly and completely useless to them here.
In their efforts to bring their fallen back to life, their failure inadvertently leads, again, to the Evokers’ “success” ... and to The Builders' utmost ghastly horror, their own become permanently lost forever to Minecraft, roaming the infinite seeds as Skeletons, Husks, Drowned, and Zombies.
By this time, it's too late to save anyone who has already passed as the event is repeated simultaneously across all the infinite seeds.
Now, this time, The Builders unknowingly discover their fatal mistake of imitating the Imitators.
They saw how the imitators would arrange the fallen bodies in a “T” fashion before affixing the skull, and experimented, but when they arranged the soul soil and affixed the head of the fallen, nothing happened.
The Imitators discovered they could create Iron Golems and Snowmen by imitating the imitation of their “success” (of undead monsters).
The Evokers discovered they could reanimate the charred bones and created Wither Skeletons.
The fear of losing their fallen to Evoker magic, and the quirk of a carved pumpkin, encouraged The Builders to try things a little more… creatively.
And when they adorned the soul soil with THREE skulls of their former comrades-now-Wither skeletons, they unleashed THE Wither: a three skulled, legless, flying, BOMBASTIC skeleton, spewing forth projectile explosives everywhere.
They now begin recruiting Imitators, teaching them how to mine and build, but not craft, until they could construct Strongholds deep underground near the bedrock.
This project would take them decades, over which time The Wither would effectively decimate everything on the surface.
No more skyscrapers, no more infrastructure, no more science, magic, technology, or feats of engineering remain. Within 5 years, The Overworld Surface is returned to Minecraft's wilderness as The Wither erases all but the simplest or the most hidden structures.
Not just deconstructing things, but REMOVING them from the seeds.
The first year was devastating to The Builders as they learned the consequences of The Wither's power. They could not escape it by visiting other seeds, as it seemed to be intrinsically drawn toward their very existence, but quickly discovered the extent of it's ability to revert Minecraft toward its native state.
By the third year, they had all but completely abandoned the surface and the few who were not hiding in Strongholds were rescuing Imitators from the surface.
It was later due to the daring bravery of one particular Builder, already famous for rescuing many Imitators during these times, that led to further mixed events and the resulting Wardens.
By the tenth year of The Wither's reign, The Builders had devised a strategy to cooperate with the imitators and teach them proper crafting abilities and to, hopefully, (re)construct a new portal home.
However it is around this time that that one particular Builder, Brien, took it upon himself to enchant his armor and wage battle against The Wither.
The Hero embarked to the surface leaving behind the promise of salvation, but by the time he had returned, there was nothing left of The Builders or the original Imitators. He would inevitably spend twenty years locked in a battle with The Wither, and survival; learning how to hide, craft and build in secret, and move with the utmost stealth. He crafted a sonar device called a Shrieker to help him keep tabs on The Wither's whereabouts without revealing his own location, and though his activity against The Wither was seldom witnessed by survivors, every so rarely would an Imitator follow Brien and attempt to imitate his stealthiness and fortitude. His efforts to hide the existence of the Strongholds and his persistence against The Wither inspired Imitators to become Wardens, eternally diligent in warding off all explorers from the depths of Minecraft.
By the time he returned to his Stronghold to find a sign with his name misspelled, "Where is the Hero, Brine?" he was so exhausted, confused, and alone, that he wore the name like a badge.
Hero Brine continued to roam the worlds of Minecraft in secret, occasionally leaving traces of evidence that he exists, making sure The Wither stayed dead... for a time... He has since appeared to have.... vanished... Maybe he found out how to activate The End Portal...?
Meanwhile before his return, deep underground in their strongholds, experiment after experiment was attempted with the audience of eager Imitators who would then attempt to recreate whatever they witnessed, of the creation of a technological portal between dimensional gaps of time and space.
Eighteen years of education, exemplification, and imitation until they finally created The End Portal.
The Builders secretly crafted the keys to activate the portal in hopes to hide Minecraft and protect others from finding it; a secret that would inevitably be lost along with The Builders themselves. Combining these Ender Pearls with Blaze Powder, they create the actual key to activating the portal and begin sending Imitators through with instructions to return promptly...
But nobody ever returns. For two whole years both Builder and Imitator alike go through the End Portal (So named because nobody ever returns) until, finally, only the last builders and a few imitators remain.
The imitators, indigenous to Minecraft, without nearly as much concern for the Wither above and silently aware of their intricate and intrinsic connection with the Minecraft Seeds, began refusing to go through the portal shortly before the end of the second year, and had now developed mixed feelings for their guests. Some hate and scorn for The Builders settled into various Illagers such as Vindicators and Pillagers, while the imitators that remained, all of whom were not taught by the builders (those who crafted the portal were eager to test their creations, after all), could think only to return to the surface and continue surviving as they've learned how, thus becoming Villagers.
Minecraft's Overworld as well as it's Nether have not since seen The Builders, but in no large measure of time, Endermen began to appear in the Overworld.
Those in the Overworld today are almost completely unaware of the prior existence or influence of The Builders and none know either what happened to them or where they came from, IF they even know about them at all.
But if you ask me, Master Architect Redundant Jovian Thor, I'd tell you that they were clapped back by their own hubris even after the last of them entered The End Portal.
The last ones through were greeted with a great deal of shock and terror as they entered a VOID populated by DRAGONS!
Yeah, I'm kind of exaggerating things a bit, you know, to set the mood? I dunno, but hey, bear with me...
They kinda took their time, being the last ones through the portal, over the 2 years or so.
The first builders through definitely did not last long, but I couldn't tell you much, since I wasn't there.
But I never was either. (you're probably going to wonder how in the heck I can know anything about this, but all I can say for now is that it comes with the territory)
All I know is what those last two builders know:
The first (surviving) builders established some kind of bunker and began constructing flying ships to wage war against the dragons. After the twentieth or so wave of new Builders to The End, they had constructed at least two ships and could set out into the new realm and hold a fighting chance.
They kept guard of the bunker for a long time before damage finally led to its abandonment, but not completely. It was the last week of waves, when The Builders in the Overworld were getting more anxious and sent waves more frequently, that saw the most devastation and destruction.
End Dragons had powerful magic that had turned most of the builders into Endermen who constructed great obsidian spires topped with Ender Crystals to heal the End Dragons.
The Battle was swiftly being lost on both sides.
Dragons, being ancient creatures of exceedingly long lifespans, did not breed frequently enough to repopulate to replace their fallen numbers, and the Builders were mostly Endermen by the time my two friends finally found their way through that accursed portal.
The End Void was an adventure of their lifetimes, but a very valuable journey, indeed.
By the time Alex and Steve entered The End Void, there were only a scant few hundred Builders left to escort them to the End Cities they constructed, but End Dragon magic or not, they were left to eat Chorus Fruit, which slowly transformed them into Endermen anyways.
It appeared that all was completely in vain, that there was nothing left but to accept The End.
Steve and Alex refused to eat the Chorus Fruit and retreated into seclusion and deep meditation, far away from the dying Builders and arising Endermen.
In the Void between The End and the End Cities, While The Builders brought the End Dragon population down to one, Steve and Alex found the way out and left a story behind for anyone who made the same mistakes as The Builders: by killing Jean, the Last End Dragon.
And for anyone concerned with her safety, Steve and Alex also left behind a few extra crafting recipes to revive Jean, just in case.
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
The Next Issue
Well 69 (lol) "pages" later, and i think a new page is in order.
I think i've established a priori.
Next Issue begins!
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
DevLovE Gamers
capital D, L, E, in DevLovE, to rotate all letters in place, but maintain facing, to orbit without rotating, [preferably optical illusion; as though its either counter. or clock.] above gamers:
DevLovE / EvoLveD
Gamers
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