|“|| I was given the power of a Primal Beast the other day. To most people that would seem like a huge thing, but to me, it was so much more. Funny thing is, it's not the reason that you think... When I had those God-like powers, I felt like- well, a God. But then I looked up... you wouldn't believe what I saw...
I saw God...''
|~ The Devoid|
|“|| I am All-Seeing
I am All-Knowing
I am One
I am Many
I am Ancient
I am Divine
I am Precursor
I am Unending
I am Radiant
I am Blinding
I am The Cosmic Oven
|~ The Cosmic Oven|
|“|| 'What are you?'
'A Primal Beast.'
'So basically a God?'
'Close child, but not entirely'
'But you are the most powerful thing in existence!'
'If I told you what the most powerful thing in existence is, you wouldn't believe me...'
|~ The Tortoise of Time upon meeting the Devoid.|
A character made by Sir Ovens. Part of the extended universe within the Ovenverse.
The Cosmic Oven was, for all intents and purpose, an oven. On one faithful day however, something sparked within it... Something huge, something amazing, something awe-inspiring...
Everything within the Ovenverse, was born. All of it. From the tiniest atom to the largest Primal Beast.
Who knew microwave pizza could bring such inspiration...?
Powers and Stats
Name: The Cosmic Oven, 'God', 'What the Hell?', 'I don't believe it'
Age: Irrelevant (A few years)
Gender: Inapplicable (It's an oven for crying out loud)
Classification: 'The oven that birthed creation', The creator of the Ovenverse (A standard home kitchen appliance)
Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Reality Warping, Spatial Manipulation, Time Manipulation, Omniscience, Omnipresence, Acausality, Non-Corporeal, Telepathy, Abstract Existence, Immortality (Type 5), Regeneration (True-Godly), Matter Manipulation, Conceptual Manipulation, Void Manipulation, Causality Manipulation, Data Manipulation, Invulnerability, Information Manipulation, Cosmic Awareness, Plot Manipulation, Higher-Dimensional Manipulation, Durability Negation, Transcends all Concepts, etc.
Attack Potency: High Outerverse Level (Is far more powerful than the Narratives and transcend them on a level incomprehensible to even them. Everything within the Ovenverse resides within it, and The Cosmic Oven's authority is absolute, limited only by Sir Ovens himself.)
Lifting Strength: Irrelevant
Striking Strength: High Outerversal
Durability: High Outerverse Level
Range: High Outerverse Level
Intelligence: Omniscient (Knows absolutely everything that happens within the Ovenverse. From the wriggling of a worm to the bellows of a titan.)
Weaknesses: None notable
I first came up with the name Sir Ovens when I was wondering what username to put for a video game. I spent about 15 minutes coming up with a good name. I wanted a name that stood out, a name that would get people intrigued, a name that everyone would be familiar with; but for all the wrong reasons. I wanted a name that people could only describe as me, a name that no one else in the world would even think of using as their username. Something mundane, unexpected, something...
Yes, 'ding'. That was the sound of my microwave oven. After 15 minutes of thinking of something, I got hungry. So I got off my computer, went into the kitchen, and took out some pizza my mom left in the fridge the other night. I put the pizza in the oven, and I stared at it intently.
I stared at the pizza as it turned slowly within my oven, the cheese slowly melting and bubbling as it warmed up. The cheese dragged the pepperoni along as it expanded and overflowed from the sides of the pizza.
As exaggerated as I made it out to seem, that's what I did: stare at a pizza for 30 seconds. And when the timer went to zero, the oven lights turned off and it 'dinged'. All that was left was a reflection staring back at me. It was then that it hit me.
'Huh, an oven...'
Those were my exact words. And from that day onward, I decided to make my username 'Sir Ovens'. That username was used for almost every account. It even became a joke between my friends and I. Some of my friends won't believe me, when I tell them this story. I honestly wouldn't blame them. But then I ask them:
'What idiot would call himself an oven and mean it?'
Then they would all look slightly less skeptical.