ABOUT THE JC-VERSE: U.N.D.E.R.O.O.

     Merry belated Christmas, ya festive Philberts and Fionas! I hope that the big 12/25 treated each of you to a handsome amount of merriment to carry you through Boxing Day and beyond. Bravo, 2016. You were a little shoddy throughout, but your Christmas was pretty dang swell. Now, with the aid of some page-scrolling and brief finger counting, you'll find that the 12 Creationz of Christmas doesn't seem very finished. 9 posts doesn't exactly equal 12 creationz, so what gives? Well, I originally did plan to do the expected 12 posts. But, as rapid present wrapping for the sis, an early no-peeking Eve bedtime, and the Christmas Day festivities themselves seized my attention, I couldn't manage to squeeze them in. But don't fret, my post-Christmas comrades. Because throughout the entirety of the 12CofC, I was holding a wild card close to my chest. A post I kept pushing off because of how long it had to be. A post that just so happens to include all those drawings of distinguishedly-dressed gents from the torso-up that I promised you guys. And given the number of said drawings it contains, this post has enough certified creations to more than cap off those 12. So, while we may be a day past the deadline, it's time to wrap up this holly jolly jamboree once and for all. Ladies and gents, I give you the latest installment of "About the JC-Verse!" This time, we'll be covering the JC-Verse's most prominent and unconvetional agency, and the thing I've probably mentioned more than anything else on this blog: U.N.D.E.R.O.O.
     So, first off, what exactly is U.N.D.E.R.O.O., besides a government organization that shares its monicer with the underwear that's fun to wear? Well, the agency isn't exactly the type of establishment that you can sum up in a pithy, Twitter-friendly format. It's got a history to behold. But, to start things off easy, let's get into some

                                         TRIVIAL FACTS!

• U.N.D.E.R.O.O. is kind of a big deal. It is the JC-Verse's most powerful and widely-spanning government agency, having its ever-present feelers spread out across the entire globe.
• It was founded in 1902 by high-ranking U.S. general Julius Spyser and accomplished inventor Isaac Jostlewick. (If you want more deets on exactly how that founding went down, I covered it in a post way back in the olden days.)
•  Its purpose is, as originally stated by Jostlewick, "to act as the first line of defense against any mutated, unearthly or otherwise anomalous foe to threaten humankind, and the first to make sense of any instance across the globe that stands out as kooky or bizarre." In other words, if there's something strange in your neighborhood, no need to call Bill Murray and his colorful crew of friends. U.N.D.E.R.O.O.'s got your back.
• U.N.D.E.R.O.O.'s duties are spread out among its 13 divisions: *inhales* Field, Weapons, Tech, Science, Security, Space, Extraterrestrial Communications, Diplomacy, Medical, Fantastical Lifeform Surveillance, Research and Development, Holiday, and Ninja. (Oh, how I wish I was joking about those last two.)
• Ever since its inception, U.N.D.E.R.O.O. has always had two directors jointly running the show. With one rare exception, it's always been the case that one of those directors is from the Spyser family, while the other is from the Jostlewick family. Call it nepotism, call it watered-down monarchy, but after over a hundred years, you can't debate its success.

     With each passing pair of head honchos, U.N.D.E.R.O.O. has seen a very different era of its history, each with its own specific goals and struggles. Some . . . have been better than others. I don't aim to waste too much of your potential boxing time on JC-Verse history class, so I'll try to keep things brief-ish. Let's get into it.

THE "GOLDEN AGE" - ISAAC & JULIUS

     Duration: 1902-1937
     Crud-hits-the-fan-ometer: .5

     Prior to their partnership, Jostlewick and Spyser were the last two guys you'd peg as future life-long partners. To be honest, the only thing the stoic general and eccentric tinkerer had in common was their glorious, mustachioed mugs. But sure enough, in 1902, the duo founded the Universal Network Determining Events of Rather Odd Origins, aiming to do their darnedest to keep the fantastical side of JC-Earth in check and under wraps. Under the two gents' leadership, the organization focused its first 35 years on wrangling the free-roaming mutants left over from the genetic manipulation trend of the steampunk era. U.N.D.E.R.O.O.'s Golden Age also saw a number of snazzy side-projects under Jostlewick's guidance, most notably the creation of the living alloy "Seth" for use against future larger-than-life threats. It was all pretty much blue skies during this era, so I think that's pretty much it.

THE "SILVER AGE" - VERNON & RORY

     Duration: 1939-1965
     Crud-hits-the-fan-ometer: 5

     After Julius' passing in 1937, followed by Isaac's two years later, the reigns of U.N.D.E.R.O.O. were handed over to the pair's respective sons, Rory Spyser and Vernon Jostlewick. Unlike his characteristically stoic pappy and predecessor, Rory was . . . a character. Think Teddy Roosevelt, with a healthy dash of Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls. The guy did what he wanted to, and when he did it, he did it with unapologetic gusto. So, when the UFO epidemic kicked off with the infamous Roswell crash in 1947, Rory ran headfirst into what would eventually be nicknamed the "UFO Wars." Moving the agency's H.Q. to the newly-built "Honcho House" and its neighboring army base outside D.C., Rory started training agents to take on the so-called "Greys." Meanwhile, his part-time personal conscience Vernon dedicated his time to getting info out of the only (known) Roswell survivor, specimen #0898. Also known as Sheryl. All this wartime hullabaloo didn't amount to much outside of some victories for Rory's men--and a controversial attempt to teleport a crew of cosmonauts to the Grey's home planet in '65. Until . . .

THE "BRONZE AGE" - AL & JONATHAN

   
     Duration: 1967-1982
     Crud-hits-the-fan-ometer: 3.5

     After his personal conscience passed away, Rory was far too up in his years to helm U.N.D.E.R.O.O. all on his own. So, Vernon's kindhearted son Al stepped in as the next Jostlewick director, in order to watch over Rory. After he finally died, Jonathan Spyser joined Al to form the organization's third generation directorial duo. With Rory's gung-ho war efforts having mostly missed the mark, and Vernon's cosmonauts' return looking pretty unlikely, the business-minded new Spyser decided to forge his own path. He concluded that the key to beating out the aliens plaguing the U.S. of A.'s skies and cattle ranches was to turn their focus inward. So, in the years that followed, U.N.D.E.R.O.O. got a makeover. A prep academy was founded to shape youngins into ideal agents, a new Mars teleportation program called Barren I began not even a year after NASA's moon landing, and a brand new agency mascot was introduced. That last one didn't go over too well, but all-in-all, his plans were successful. Things seemed to be going pretty good for Jonathan's "home makeover" method, and the "UFO War" was starting to go in the agency's favor. But alas, call up M. Night Shyamalan because before long, there was a twist. Come 1978, the cosmonauts returned, and gave a more-than-sparkling review of their extended stay at el casa de Grey. This didn't have that much of an affect on Jonathan's game plan, as he fell sick and faced an untimely death soon after in '82. But its repercussions were very much felt in . . .

THE "PLATINUM AGE" - AL & ROBERT

     Duration: 1985-1993
     Crud-hits-the-fan-o-meter: 1

     Half-way through the '80s and going into what would become known as the Platinum Age, U.N.D.E.R.O.O. had a lot of stuff to consider - and they needed a strong new Spyser to help consider them. So, keeping with traditon, Jonathan's son Phil was selected to step up to bat alongside an elderly Al. Unfortunately, Phil just so happened to be a deadbeat, so they went with his son Robert instead. Robert, luckily, was not a deadbeat. In fact, while his bloodline had previously offered up two generals and a businessman, Robert was something decidedly refreshing: a diplomat. And having come of age in the '60s, he was open to a certain philosophy that none of the previous Spysers had considered: peace. Say it with me now, peace. So, inviting a high-ranking group of Greys to Fort Triplock in Nevada, Robert and Al offered up some terms of peace and, through some translator-aided negotiation and firm tridactyl-to-pentadactyl handshakes, made them a reality. Finally, in 1988, the longstanding UFO War came to a close, and U.N.D.E.R.O.O. for the first time started to consider a more hospitable stance on fantastical lifeforms. Yadda yadda, peace on earth, good times all around.

THE "MODERN AGE" - HUGO & ROBERT 

     Duration: 1993-2012
      Crud-hits-the-fan-ometer: .5

     When Al finally passed on, the "Golden Spyser" found his new peace-maintaining partner in Hugo, a genial Jostlewick with a mustache rivaling that of his great-grandpappy. With the unorthodox organization still on good terms with the Greys, thanks to the "Truce at Triplock," efforts started being directed towards dealing with a more varied array of lifeforms, including those like the Hexaplexahedron. The duo began spiffing up the agency's structure for the 21st Century with the introduction of the Security Division and the computerized Fantastical Lifeform Logs. With the exception of a war scare in 2005, in which a certain son-of-a-gun by the name of Smart Alek unsuccessfully tried to conquer Earth (a story for another time, take my word for it), things were pretty calm for the ol' Universal Network Determining Events of Rather Odd Origins. Very calm. Too calm. Because all the while U.N.D.E.R.O.O. was exercising its new role as a global keeper of peace, one leftover lieutenant from Smart Alek's failed army had been locked up, and everyday, was carefully plotting his escape. I wish the Modern Age was where it stopped, folks. I really did. But sure enough . . .

THE "DARK AGE" - ROBERT AND THE MAN


      Duration: 2012-present
      Crud-hits-the-fan-o-meter: 10

    Once the stray lieutenant got to Hugo, he had him killed. I won't go into how for the sake of not tainting any of the holly jolly seasonal spirit you've still got in you, but as you can probably gather, it wasn't pretty. With Jostlewick out of the way, the lieutenant approached Robert with a proposition. He wanted to rule, and he was pretty darn sure that the Golden Spyser wanted to live. He was right to assume that much. Because, when he was offered a choice of the realization of both of those wishes or neither, Robert chose the former. That lieutenant was named Bikar'Lek of Glimmorrius, and starting in 2012, he has been the one and only true director of U.N.D.E.R.O.O. With Robert as his powerless public puppet, he has dedicated his rule over the agency to conquering the JC-Verse, using the guise of Project Doorway to achieve his fallen master's vision one planet at a time. And with such a wicked goal for his government power, there's only one title that really suits him. Not director. Not watered-down monarch. But "the Man."


     Well, I think that's more than enough JC-Verse history class for one day. I feel kinda bad ending this session on such a grim note. Just know that things do eventually work out for the unorthodox agency. I'll stay mum for now on how exactly that happens, just in case I ever want to adapt U.N.D.E.R.O.O. into an animated series or something of the like. But regardless, it happens. It's not a quick process, but it happens. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the 12 Creationz of Christmas! It didn't exactly go as planned, but to heck with that! Here at Jacob's Characterz! we never give up. And if not giving up requires me to write the last post of the 12CofC on and off on Christmas Day until 3 AM and post it on Boxing Day, that's what I've gotta do. And that's exactly what I did. Don't worry, I slept in until past noon, so I made up for it. I hope you all had a fantastic December celebrating what it is that you celebrate, take care, and I'll see you in 2017! Hasta la pasta!