Digestson was born in 2014, though this doesn't really matter because time is subjective, and a millennium of potential births and deaths has passed.
He first won a minor hot dog eating championship in the Grey Zone. Many believe it was either in the middle of the Antarctica or in New York, USA. Nobody really knows.
Digestson broke 999 world records, eating 999 hot dogs in one second. Obviously, the universe did not have the memory to go past 999, so nobody truly knows how many he had eaten on that night.

That very night, Digestson received 100ᙀ (Universal currency) and set off to create a webpage. He decided to seek help online, and had found a website where he could buy a domain and keep it up for 5ᙀ a month. He bought the domain 'will-eat-anythi.ng', using some clever programming with the .ng which would usually only be accessible to Nigerians. And that fateful night, his story truly began.
Realizing the webpage was bland, he hired Dessé Einere to spice up and further design the page.
Soon enough, people from every zone possible were calling Digestson to their aid. Alas, he could only help those in his zone. Setting off to eat everything and anything, Digestson found himself in the house of Isaac Montague Eerie, or I.M. Eerie for short. His mansion was suffering from a bad case of Splitting Spiders.
Digestson single-handedly destroyed the spiders and was rewarded by a rather handsome amount of 1500ᙀ from Eerie.

Setting off to his house, he realized he had over 10,000 requests. Knowing he would never fulfill all of them, he asked Dessé for help. She helped him design another website, forums to be exact, linked to the original website, with the domain name of 'will-eat-anything-foru.ms', which, once again, was created using trickery, mostly by Dessé, since the .ms domain usually isn't accessible.
Digestson wrote quite a long post about needing help with transport and eating, and he surprisingly found over 500 volunteers. Unfortunately, the request count was rising.
Hastily created Headquarters, Digestson moved in there with Dessé. He had hired apprentices from every zone imaginable, but the best ones were - the Tube Zoner Stever, comprised largely of old mac and cheese, allowing him to manipulate other food objects, the Green Zoner (which is very similar to our native Grey Zone) Cisfran Fitzscott Gerald, an aspiring novelist but also quite a hasty eater, the Infernal Zoner Jacklyn Ween, who resembled a human and jack o' lantern hybrid, being a hollow shell with a fire inside of her, her powers stemming from the fact that food just falls into her without the need to... "deposit" it, and last but not least, the Hospital worker Anna Tomick, who resembled a perpetual electrical shock, somehow, and was apparently skilled at operating with bodies, allowing her to somehow change the perception of the food and make it disappear.

The gang set off to eat anything. Big, small, it didn't matter. They ate and ate and ate. Yet the possible things that could be consumed were running out. Digeston and his crew had accidentally eaten most of the universe... The Government of Governmental Guys, aka the GGG, had officially placed Digestson under the Top 10 most dangerous creatures in the multiverse under number five, outmatched only by the fourth, third and second placers, all being alternate versions of himself, and of course the person on the first place, about whom we shall never speak about. Digestson was placed under arrest, the gang parted ways. Dessé went on to become an award-winning artist. Stever retired and got so immersed in playing Chess, that he invented a universe-famous alternate version of Chess himself. Gerald began writing an autobiography by the title of 'Of Digestive Systems and Quantum Outcomes: The Story of a Competitive Eater', which never got published due to heavy Pro-Digestson themes being involved. Jacklyn got involved in shady business, but managed to steer clear of the GGG. Anna returned to the Hospital, working at minimum wage. Everything had fallen back into place. Or so it had seemed...

As you can tell, even the famed Calcatraz prison was no match for Digestson. It was built by the GGG, specifically for the highly dangerous. Its main goal was not to preserve the prisoners and allow them to live, it was to drive them insane. Anyone who ended up in the prison would be taunted by ghosts, traps and illusions. The walls shifted every day and night, so you would lose track of how many days you spent there. The carvings on the wall would hastily change, as though you have been there for a century even though you only got there last night. Many attempted carving days into their own flesh, and met an early and untimely demise via Calcatrazian air, which, albeit is breathable by every species, burns the flesh of anything to death once the wound is exposed. Puppets roamed Calcatraz, laughing and teasing the prisoners. Until one day, Digestson decided he couldn't bear it anymore. He planned a daring escape from the prison, for as long as he could remember. Some have estimated the plan to take around five years. He had gathered together reasonable ghosts of the ones who once died in the very same cell. Usually, Calcatraz uses ghosts to scare and taunt the prisoners, but Digestson, with his incredible pulchritude, has managed to take control of several puppets and ghosts, who roamed the walls of the prison and reported anything suspicious.

On one fateful night, Digestson and his new-found crew had planned to escape - The guard count was minimal, as many guards had been either spooked or driven insane by puppets and others seemed to have vanished by chance. Seizing this opportunity, Digestson ate his way out of his cell (which he could've done at any moment, mind you, but was afraid of the guards) and ran for the exit. He encountered several guards (this was a high-security prison after all), who were either possessed or spooked by the ghosts or driven insane by the puppets momentarily, allowing him to rush out to the outside. This was the outer shell of the prison, it seemed to be. Digestson realized he had escaped from the core, where the worst prisoners were being held. With a sigh of relief, he hid in a nearby corner, when he saw someone pass by.

Jacklyn Ween had put her hand on Digestson's hand, to stop him from screaming out loud. She whispered to him that she was hear to break him out and slept in a nearby room, and she was visited by a ghost the night prior. Once the ghost identified Jacklyn as a friend, he helped her get special rights in the prison. She had made sure to "accidentally" detain several guards. This would explain their sudden disappearance, Digestson thought. She also made sure to open the barriers on several rooms, as to allow the ghouls and puppets to invade them and stop several guards. Redeemed in Floccus' eyes, he and Jacklyn set off to escape the outer core. Several guards questioned why a high-class prisoner was outside, luckily, Jacklyn slipped on adamantium handcuffs on Digestson, and used the cliché "I'm just escorting him to his cell" line to get the other guards off. The two then hid in a small room while one of the owners passed by. They knew he would recognize Digestson in an instant. It had become quite heated in the small room, and Digestson could not help but notice how charming Jacklyn had looked - after all, this was the first time in a very, very long time he had seen another living humanoid being. Her lopsided, hazel hair pouring down onto her shirt, the flames in her maroon eyes dancing as they stared at each other in the hot, cramped room. Placing his hand on her hip, the two locked lips. They were at this for quite a while, indeed. The pair had looked at each other and [THIS PART OF DIGESTSON'S STORY HAS BEEN REDACTED BY THE GGG, AS IT IS INAPPROPRIATE ON AT LEAST NINETY DIFFERENT LEVELS]. The owner was already long gone, the two ran off from the cell into an adjacent hall and out from Calcatraz. They had to find a way to cross the giant gap between the floating island of Calcatraz and the rest of zones, and Jacklyn knew exactly how.

She tore cloth from the nearby synthetic trees (giving actual wood and resources to the escapists would be a horrible idea) and managed to blow it up into a hot air balloon, using some of her own fire. Digestson ate some of the ground and prison and spat out a metallic-dirt fusion basket, which wasn't very sturdy, but was the best thing the two could come up with. Jacklyn blew more fire into the balloon and the two set off. Arriving back at the Grey Zone, Digestson was delighted to see his old pals coming together - Dessé, Stever and Anna... but somebody was missing. Perplexed, Digestson asked the gang where Gerald had gone off to. Sobbing, they informed him that he was hunted down by the GGG due to wishing to publish such a scandalous book, and he was sent off to Calcatraz. Digestson faced Jacklyn and hastily asked why they didn't go fetch him. Jacklyn had attempted to explain that he was being kept in a different compartment altogether. However, Digestson, wishing to hear none of this, pushed her aside and flew back to Calcatraz. Many days and nights he fought off the guards, eating the bullets, searching for his friend, but alas - it seems he had been transported elsewhere.

Completely enraged, Digestson swore vengeance on the GGG. He fled from Calcatraz yet again, returning to his native zone. In a few weeks, the gang got together to discuss options, however, Jacklyn was suspiciously missing, and Dessé had suggested to assemble back an army. Digestson took a liking to this idea and soon enough, his internet page had opened up again, only on the Deep Web with the help of Dessé. They stuck around in her apartment, discussing battle plans. Digestson looked around and noticed the numerous paintings, sculptures and shimmering golden awards scattered around Dessé's place. He always knew she had potential, big potential, yet even when she became famous, even when her popularity was at risk, she didn't hesitate for a second to aid her old pal. He looked over at Dessé. So pure, so innocent. She was leaning over her laptop, she was always there for help. Her bobbed hair was messily curved and covered one eye, as she bit her lip in concentration. Digestson sat down beside her. "Mister Digestson, I think the website's re-" she faintly told him, but was shortly interrupted. "Please, call me Floccus". Her cheeks turned a pinkish hue as she mindlessly stared at Digestson. Soon enough, she shook herself out of this trance and whispered, much more faintly than ever, "Yes, Mister Di... I-I mean, Fl-Floccus..." she closed her eyes for a split second, as if fighting a horrible temptation of sorts.

The two automatically locked lips, as if this were a match made in heaven. "Stop! Stop, Floccus, STOP!" Digestson told himself in his head as they passionately kissed, "Stop! Stop... this is wrong, what about... what about Jack... Jacklyn". He had forgotten all about her... His eyes opened wide, he gazed at Dessé... In a split second, he leapt to his feet and stormed off. "But, sir- Floccus!" Dessé followed him as he hastily opened the door and left, running down the stairs. "Oh God... You idiot, Floccus, you...!" He thought to himself. He acted rudely and pushed her away, he yelled at her, this is why she didn't arrive earlier this day... Digestson put on his coat as he stepped out into the rainy city, his running quickly turning into a fast sprint, the fresh air was ripping up his lungs, he couldn't stop to catch his breath, not here, not now... "Come on! Just a bit more!" He assured himself as he finally reached the ten-storey building, Jacklyn occupying the fourth floor, he remembered. Taking three steps at a time, he pounced up to the fourth floor, where he, to his shock, found the door open. Stepping in, he noticed a horrible smell in the flat, almost smelling of... no... this can't be... He carefully stepped into the living room... That seemed to be the source of the smell... He looked from the door into the room, and he was right... He was too late... What he saw had scarred him for life...

Jacklyn hung from the ceiling on a thick rope. She was dead. She was the source of the smell. She hanged herself... all because of him...
Digestson collapsed on the floor... what he had seen would never heal... his wounds were too deep, he already suffered mental damage in the prison... this was too much for him... he blacked out. Laying there, unconscious, he dreamt of many things. Vivid memories fusing together with his wildest imaginations. Real people coming together with simple figments of his mind. He had forgotten what was real... and what was not. He was confused. He couldn't shake himself awake. Nothing made sense. He was full of guilt... sadness... grief.... fatigue... Until, he heard a faint voice coming from the darkness of his mind. Still being blacked out, his mental image approached the voice... it was calling him...

What he saw could never be described on paper. Neither human, nor animal. Neither perceived, nor felt. Neither real, nor fake. It was a being of its own, it did not live by the laws of the multiverse. It was there, and he could not remove it. Yet it still felt oddly warm... and its voice... its voice was familiar. It spoke up louder than usual, yet it did not say a word. It had described what had happened. It had told him about his story, the story of an influential figure... the story he told, the story he had to tell. Everyone has a story. His story, however, seemed to have importance. A lot of importance. The... thing did not say what was important, but he knew he could trust it. He had to do it. He had to finish his story.

Snapping awake, Digestson looked around. Jacklyn's corpse still hung up, he was still tired, nothing had changed. Yet he had a new-found feeling of satisfaction... he had to tell his story. Rushing up to his feet, he untied Jacklyn and took her into his hands. Yes... it was sad... but there's nothing he could do... a single tear rolled down his cheek as he called Jacklyn's closest living relatives. They were shocked, yes, but he had to do it. He had to inform them. He had to tell the end of Jacklyn's story... he had to tell his story, too... Jacklyn was given a proper funeral the night after. Cremated. That's what she always wanted. She was a being of fire, after all. The gang, still being sad, left the funeral last, giving Jacklyn one final look. Digestson turned around to face them. He told them about the creature. He told them about everything. He told them about his story. And he wasn't making the same mistake twice. He let the others leave, and he was left alone with Dessé. The wind blew around them. Jacklyn had been there, in an urn, of course, but he couldn't carry on his relationship with Dessé. Not like this. He apologized and told her he was confused. He didn't know what to do, but now he has a purpose. He told her he couldn't cary on. Dessé looked up from her depressed face and gave a tiny nod of approval. The two left the funeral...

Tonight was the final night. Using inside information, the gang had figured out where Gerald was being kept, and they would take down the GGG no matter how hurt they were - even if it meant they would die. Their story - Floccus' story - has to be told. They prepared weapons assembled from the new Deep Web website and went on with the mission. Firstly, they took the hot air balloon into the prison where Gerald was most likely kept - Deviled Island, where the escapists were usually turned into various egg dishes and served to Habba the Jut. Believe me, you do not want to see Habba the Jut. The gang flew over to the prison and landed in a safe spot next to it. They secretly infiltrated it, wishing to be as silent as possible. They had just approached the cell where Gerald was supposed to be at, when an alarm had been set off. The crew ran in different directions, however, Digestson ran for Gerald's cell. However, he had realized he had been tricked. The cell was empty. He looked back in horror as he saw a shadowy figure approaching him, grinning, clapping his hands in a menacing way. "Well, well, well..." the figure said, taking off its mask. It had been the person they were rescuing. Gerald. He betrayed them.

Looking shocked, speechless, Digestson took a step back as Gerald took one forwards - "You didn't think I would disappear, would you? Just randomly from the cell? Oh, and Jacklyn? Yeah, that whole 'he was in another compartment' bullsh!t wasn't true, hahaha, she was working for us! Hahahaha! You stupid little boy... We did everything to assure that you will never find out..." Gerald spat with a hoarse voice. "We...?!" Digestson repeated in horror, as Jacklyn took a step forwards from the shadows, revealing herself. "You wouldn't think she would commit suicide because you YELLED at her, would you!? You're such an idiot!" Gerald laughed it off. Jacklyn looked at Digestson with a stupid grin. This would explain how she snuck into Calcatraz. 'Visited by a ghost', he thought to himself. How stupid. How could he believe her?! He was devastated back then! But now... he was boiling with rage... his friends were probably already caught by the GGG as darkness filled the room. "And now, time to end your story." Gerald approached Digestson, raising an adamantium pistol in the air.

Just as Digestson was ready to accept his fate, Jacklyn had yelled "No!" and kicked the pistol out of Gerald's hands, who managed to shoot before she did so. Gerald landed on the floor and was knocked out. The bullet traveled far away from Digestson... however, it landed. Not into him, but into someone else. Blood trickled down as Dessé toppled over from the darkness. Digestson let out a shriek, ran to Dessé and hastily took the handgun, pointing it at Jacklyn. Jacklyn stared in horror. "I CAN EXPLAIN, I WASN'T WORKING FOR-" she anxiously murmured, but was rudely interrupted by Digestson, who yelled loud and clear - "YOU LIAR! I WAS DEVASTATED WHEN I SAW YOUR CORPSE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" He was crying - no, weeping. He did not care about his story. He did not care about Jacklyn. He did not care about anything.

The pistol was shaking in his hands, as Jacklyn took a step back. Digestson cocked the gun, as Jacklyn shrieked unexpectedly. "PLEASE, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T WANT TO, THEY-THEY BLACKMAILED ME!" Digestson stared at her, loathing her. "I can help! I can... I can fix Dessé-" He put his finger on the trigger as she said the last word. Yet- he couldn't do it. He couldn't shoot Jacklyn. He dropped the gun and turned to Dessé, crying. Perhaps she could still heal...? Suddenly, he looked over to Jacklyn, only to see Gerald up and standing, holding a knife over her throat. Shocked, Digestson put his hands in the air. Gerald spat yet again with his hoarse voice - "DO WHAT I SAY, OR I'LL KILLT HIS B!TCH, GOT IT?!" Digestson nodded clearly, while Jacklyn struggled to escape. "YOU HAVE TO GO OVER THERE..." He pointed with his head to where the adamantium pistol was, laying on the ground. "PICK IT UP. COME ON NOW. PICK IT UP!" He picked up the pistol carefully, his hands still shacking. "YOU HAVE TO KILL HER. COME ON! KILL THE C*NT! DO IT!" Digestson stared in shock and terror. Surely, he couldn't be asking him to kill... to kill Jacklyn...

"KILL HER, OR I'LL KILL BOTH OF YOU!" He spat yet again. Digestson pointed the gun at Jacklyn. "Come on..." he thought, "think of something, Jacky, come on! I'm not gonna... I'm not pulling the trigger..." he thought to himself. Gerald was getting impatient. "KILL!!! HER!!! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS!!!" Digestson closed his eyes... and pulled the trigger. The bullet traveled quite slowly, or at least he thought it did. It took a while for it to reach the victim... Gerald. He knew simply shooting him wouldn't work, he would stab Jacklyn before he died. But he was sure Jacklyn would think of it. She breathed fire on the knife, since it wasn't made of a particularly useful metal, it burned off quite quickly. She ducked under Gerald who took the bullet for her and fell on the ground. The darkness had cleared up. Stever and Anna emerged from the shadows, confused as ever...

The gang made a quick escape from the prison, Digestson carrying Dessé on his back, she was quickly losing her life energy. They approached the hot air balloon as Digestson sighed and admitted that there was no way Dessé could live through the trip. Just then, Jacklyn put her hands around Dessé, warming her body up. She closed her wounds with heat, somehow, and in a second, Dessé awoke. They could tell she didn't look well, she was still weak. The gang climbed into the balloon and flew over back to the Grey Zone. They scrambled out, while Stever called 911, telling them that there was a dying person here. They quickly arrived and Dessé was placed in a nearby hospital. It would take about three to four months to heal, the doctors said. Everybody was moderately happy. Jacklyn apologized for fooling Digestson, she said the GGG was blackmailing her and her family... He trusted her, after all this time. He knew she wasn't lying.

Once Dessé healed, Digestson and she went their separate ways. Sure, it was fun while it lasted, but he knew it couldn't last long. Jacklyn had her own problems, too. For the longest, Digestson felt as if something was missing. But now everything was in its place. All was well. Although Gerald had truly betrayed them, most of his friends survived. The being in his head fell asleep as he felt that he accomplished his goal. He had told his story.

Today, I present to you the origin of the robot named John Detroxus, alias Redstone.
A gleam of light appeared in the sky over a factory. A giant sheep had recently been knocked unconscious and was sent to the factory for processing. The gleam in the sky appeared once again, though lingering. It grew and grew, until you could see specks of yellow, orange and red. Then the realization hit everyone that that white speck was truly a meteor, barreling towards the factory. With this smack of reality the only thing in the factory worker’s minds, they made a mad dash to to exits, escaping and running very, very far away. They managed to become McDonalds burger flippers. While they were very much alive, nothing was left of the factory. All that remained at the stop was a giant crater and a bunch of mechanical limbs, a can of acidic fluid, and a USB stick.
A few days later, a man named Doctor Veeren Detroxus decided to investigate the wreckage. He picked up the limbs, the can of Digiphomeum, and the USB. He pulled out his spare laptop and stuck the USB into the port. Instantly, enormous amounts of text files and guides appeared before his eyes.
A few blueprints later and a week of assembly, John was a working robot.
This is how John Detroxus came to be.