User:Aeyu/Gan



"Think how small such a concept of things make us, gunslinger! If a God watches over it all, does He actually mete out justice for such a race of gnats? Does His eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if He does see... what must the nature of such a God be? Where does He live? How is it possible to live beyond infinity?"

- The Man In Black

Summary
The boundless author of all of creation, the entity known as Gan or simply God is the creator of all worlds in the Stephen King mythos. Having shaped all of existence from his navel and his voice, he wielded the primordial magic known as the Prim in the days of yore before the magic left the world and the Old Ones replaced all that was good and magical in the world with artificial, flawed machines.

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Powers and Stats
Tier: 0

Name: Gan, the Final Other

Origin: The Dark Tower

Gender: Inapplicable

Age: Inapplicable

Classification: God, Source of all Magic, Author of All

Powers and Abilities: Reality Warping, Conceptual Manipulation (Type 1), Beyond-Dimensional Existence (Type 3), Higher-Dimensional Manipulation, Abstract Existence (Type 1), Acausality (Type 5), Dream Manipulation, Transduality (Type 3, possibly Type 4), Fate Manipulation, Plot Manipulation, Telepathy, Mind Manipulation, Soul Manipulation, Magic, Law Manipulation, Creation, Vector Manipulation, Void Manipulation, Portal Creation, Space and Time Manipulation, Cosmic Awareness, Large Size (Type 11), Omniscience, Omnipresence

Attack Potency: High Outerverse level (Stated to be "a power beyond all power" and "the author of all that is", Gan sees all of existence, including infinitely layered worlds with infinite dimensions and several beyond-dimensional realms and beings as nothing more than non-existent fiction in his mind. Although writers and artists of any kind may think they are the originators of their works and worlds, Gan is actually the source and creator of all of them, and uses writers and artists, such as Stephen King, as conduits, controlling all fate and destiny, with the power of Ka, which stands beyond the all-pervading dualities of the White and Red and the subgradients of the Random and Purpose. Wielding the primordial magic (Prim) of the Final, unbound Void beyond all others, the Tower in all its forms, both physical and conceptual, were spun from Gan's navel, and the beyond-dimensional Macroverse was formed from its voice. Pennywise, a beyond-dimensional being of significant magnitude, could not even begin to comprehend Gan's existence. Exists beyond all possible infinities, and has knowledge and power over all events in every dimension imaginable or unimaginable. Even Dis is but the most infinitesimal aspect of its true being)

Speed: Omnipresent (All that exists is but a manifestation of Gan, and his spirit is ever-present through all of it while simultaneously being beyond and outside of it)

Lifting Strength: Irrelevant

Striking Strength: Irrelevant

Durability: High Outerverse level (Sees all of existence as nothing more than fiction, exists beyond all comprehension)

Stamina: Irrelevant

Range: High Outerversal

Standard Equipment: None

Intelligence: Omniscient (Knows all that ever was, is, could be and will be, and is the overarching author of all of existence. Everything that occurs on all levels is in accordance to his will)

Weaknesses: None notable

Gan exists beyond everything and is the author of all there is:


 * "The Turtle spoke in Bill's head, and Bill understood somehow that there was yet Another, and that Final Other dwelt in a void beyond this one. This Final Other was, perhaps, the creator of the Turtle, which only watched, and It, which only ate. This Other was a force beyond the universe, a power beyond all other power, the author of all there was."

Gan exists beyond the perspective of not-baseline 1-A entities:


 * And so a last new thing had come to It, this not an emotion but a cold speculation: suppose It had not been alone, as It had always believed? 

Suppose there was Another? And suppose further that these children were agents of that Other? Suppose. . . suppose. . . It began to tremble. Hate was new. Hun was new. Being crossed in Its purpose was new. But the most terrible new thing was this fear. Not fear of the children, that had passed, but the fear of not being alone. No. There was no other. Surely there was not. Perhaps because they were children their imaginations had a certain raw power It had briefly underestimated. But now that they were coming, It would let them come. They would come and It would cast them one by one into the macroverse. . . into the deadlights of Its eyes.

Gan is the source of all Songs, which represent the fundamental stories of existence:


 * “Are you deep asleep now?”

“Deep.” “Are you under the pain?” “Under it, yes. I thank you.” The billy-bumbler howled again. Roland looked around, terribly afraid of what it might signify. The woman had gone to Jake and was kneeling beside him. Roland was relieved to see Jake put an arm around her neck and draw her head down so he could speak into her ear. If he was strong enough to do that— Stop it! You saw the changed shape of him under his shirt. You can’t afford to waste time on hope. There was a cruel paradox here: because he loved Jake, he had to leave the business of Jake’s dying to Oy and a woman they had met less than an hour ago. Never mind. His business now was with King. Should Jake pass into the clearing while his back was turned. . . if ka will say so, let it be so. Roland summoned his will and concentration. He focused them to a burning point, then turned his attention to the writer once more. “Are you Gan?” he asked abruptly, not knowing why this question came to him—only that it was the right question. “No,” King said at once. Blood ran into his mouth from the cut on his head and he spat it out, never blinking. “Once I thought I was, but that was just the booze. And pride, I suppose. No writer is Gan—no painter, no sculptor, no maker of music. We are kas-ka Gan. Not ka-Gan but kas-ka Gan. Do you understand? Do you. . . do you ken?” “Yes,” Roland said. The prophets of Gan or the singers of Gan: it could signify either or both. And now he knew why he had asked. “And the song you sing is Ves’-Ka Gan. Isn’t it?” “Oh, yes!” King said, and smiled. “The Song of the Turtle. It’s far too lovely for the likes of me, who can hardly carry a tune!” The second bit I mentioned: Feemalo paid no heed. “In this world, the Tower is itself. In the world where you, Roland, have most lately been, most species still breed true and many lives are sweet. There is still energy and hope. Would you risk destroying that world as well as this, and the other worlds sai King has touched with his imagination, and drawn from? For it was not he that created them, you know. To peek in Gan’s navel does not make one Gan, although many creative people seem to think so. Would you risk it all?”

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