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Many have speculated as to what Reaver must look like, as to specialize so tragically in the storylines he chooses to project himself onto. He must be a horrific creature, some assume. The truth is far more unsettling. Reaver is a hunched, beastlike creature that might stand up to seven feet tall, if not for its posture. Its short arms and thick, tumorous legs beguile the chunky, fat-laden trunk of its rippling, undulating torso. As it moves, its very shape contorts as fluids and internal sacks of bacteria shift and sway with its momentum. The ever-present glint of light sheening from a second skin of mayonnaise and skinned hogs cascades light in all direction, making it nearly invisible when motionless. As it moves, one might note its gait to be likened unto that of a gorilla, or some other large ape. However, due to its stumpy, gnarled arms, it must support the majority of its weight upon its meter-long, yellowed, cracked fingernails. Most of the weight these support is stored in its massive back hump, in which Reaver stores its many fluids, consisting primarily of pus, but also of stored liquefied ham and Mountain Dew. Covered in curled, dripping hair, it is questionable as to whether Reaver's body grows it naturally, or whether it is a patchwork of stolen pubic hair and dead babies' dawny peach fuzz. Amidst this is an unidentified concoction of fungus and year old Cheeto crumbs, which has attained sentience and whispers its dark, bridled hauntings into Reaver's most tepid imaginings. Its skin beneath is a leathery, porous mesh of bacon grease and condensed flatulence. Worms and bugs course in and out of it, as though Reaver's body was an old tree. It is within this body that Reaver sits in its dark room, for hours upon end, feverishly tapping its rotting fingertips upon the sparking, wet surface of its keyboard. There it purrs and coos softly as online visitors respond to its nearly mindless contributions to the internet, and it desperately tries to recall what it might have once been like, in a life it cannot recall, to have been loved. | Many have speculated as to what Reaver must look like, as to specialize so tragically in the storylines he chooses to project himself onto. He must be a horrific creature, some assume. The truth is far more unsettling. Reaver is a hunched, beastlike creature that might stand up to seven feet tall, if not for its posture. Its short arms and thick, tumorous legs beguile the chunky, fat-laden trunk of its rippling, undulating torso. As it moves, its very shape contorts as fluids and internal sacks of bacteria shift and sway with its momentum. The ever-present glint of light sheening from a second skin of mayonnaise and skinned hogs cascades light in all direction, making it nearly invisible when motionless. As it moves, one might note its gait to be likened unto that of a gorilla, or some other large ape. However, due to its stumpy, gnarled arms, it must support the majority of its weight upon its meter-long, yellowed, cracked fingernails. Most of the weight these support is stored in its massive back hump, in which Reaver stores its many fluids, consisting primarily of pus, but also of stored liquefied ham and Mountain Dew. Covered in curled, dripping hair, it is questionable as to whether Reaver's body grows it naturally, or whether it is a patchwork of stolen pubic hair and dead babies' dawny peach fuzz. Amidst this is an unidentified concoction of fungus and year old Cheeto crumbs, which has attained sentience and whispers its dark, bridled hauntings into Reaver's most tepid imaginings. Its skin beneath is a leathery, porous mesh of bacon grease and condensed flatulence. Worms and bugs course in and out of it, as though Reaver's body was an old tree. It is within this body that Reaver sits in its dark room, for hours upon end, feverishly tapping its rotting fingertips upon the sparking, wet surface of its keyboard. There it purrs and coos softly as online visitors respond to its nearly mindless contributions to the internet, and it desperately tries to recall what it might have once been like, in a life it cannot recall, to have been loved. | ||
The only person rumored to have seen a Reaver is Nahkh, who has been advised by his therapist not to discuss the event. | The only person rumored to have seen a Reaver is Nahkh, who has been advised by his therapist not to discuss the event. | ||
Favorite Touhou: [[Weaver]] | |||
===Quests===<!-- someone verify if these links match the running quest page--> | ===Quests===<!-- someone verify if these links match the running quest page--> | ||
*[[Rudy Mann Quest]] | *[[Rudy Mann Quest]] | ||
Revision as of 08:06, 25 February 2010
Reaver is best known for being the author of Rudy Mann Quest on /tg/, and later Mudy Quest, a quest that went on for 30-some chapters, and was well known for its update speed and art quality. Mudy Quest never reached a conclusion, and was abandoned after a failed revival attempt. After Mudy Quest, Reaver began working on a series of short quests with various permutations of a romantic theme; these quests are listed under the Romanticar Series article. More recently Reaver has collaborated with Weaver on Knight Blades, a crossover with Dive Quest. In between Reaver has done several one-shots or failed projects.
Reaver has gained a bad reputation from his trolling in Mudy Quest, switching focus to romance, starting then deleting failed projects, stubborn and chaotic personality, and leaving TGchan when conflicts arise between him and outspoken members of the community. As a result a resistance against his popularity has formed, but most people know he's actually a very nice person who says sorry when he misbehaves and just wants to amuse people. See also: ┐(๑◕ˇڡˇ◕)┌ Haters gonna hate.
He is a close friend of Weaver, who often has made him gay. Reaver is also of the Dutch nationality.
Reaver and Weaver cannot be boyfriend/girlfriend for contractual reasons.
Many have speculated as to what Reaver must look like, as to specialize so tragically in the storylines he chooses to project himself onto. He must be a horrific creature, some assume. The truth is far more unsettling. Reaver is a hunched, beastlike creature that might stand up to seven feet tall, if not for its posture. Its short arms and thick, tumorous legs beguile the chunky, fat-laden trunk of its rippling, undulating torso. As it moves, its very shape contorts as fluids and internal sacks of bacteria shift and sway with its momentum. The ever-present glint of light sheening from a second skin of mayonnaise and skinned hogs cascades light in all direction, making it nearly invisible when motionless. As it moves, one might note its gait to be likened unto that of a gorilla, or some other large ape. However, due to its stumpy, gnarled arms, it must support the majority of its weight upon its meter-long, yellowed, cracked fingernails. Most of the weight these support is stored in its massive back hump, in which Reaver stores its many fluids, consisting primarily of pus, but also of stored liquefied ham and Mountain Dew. Covered in curled, dripping hair, it is questionable as to whether Reaver's body grows it naturally, or whether it is a patchwork of stolen pubic hair and dead babies' dawny peach fuzz. Amidst this is an unidentified concoction of fungus and year old Cheeto crumbs, which has attained sentience and whispers its dark, bridled hauntings into Reaver's most tepid imaginings. Its skin beneath is a leathery, porous mesh of bacon grease and condensed flatulence. Worms and bugs course in and out of it, as though Reaver's body was an old tree. It is within this body that Reaver sits in its dark room, for hours upon end, feverishly tapping its rotting fingertips upon the sparking, wet surface of its keyboard. There it purrs and coos softly as online visitors respond to its nearly mindless contributions to the internet, and it desperately tries to recall what it might have once been like, in a life it cannot recall, to have been loved. The only person rumored to have seen a Reaver is Nahkh, who has been advised by his therapist not to discuss the event.
Favorite Touhou: Weaver
Quests
- Rudy Mann Quest
- MudyQuest
- Watch Quest
- WeaveReave Quest
- Romanticar
- Forced Sexual Assault Quest
- Romanticar 2
- Romanticar 3
- Romanticar Underground
- Romanticar 2k2x
- Pomanticar
- Romanticar Supremacy
- GoldieQuest
- Knight Blades
- Valley of Love
| Quests by Reaver |
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4chan's /tg/: Rudy Mann Quest Quests: Valley of Love MudyQuest series: MudyQuest | MudyQuest 2 | Dark Moon Running Romanticar series: Romanticar | Romanticar 2 | Romanticar 3 | Romanticar Underground | Romanticar 2k2x | Romanticar Supremacy | Romanticar Revolution | Pomanticar Knight Blades series: PaladinQuest | Knight Blades | GiftQuest One-shots: Watch Quest | ForcedSexualAssaultQuest | WeaveReaveQuest | GoldieQuest | Nuke World | Dear /quest/ | Delicious Pokémon | Quest Begin | Bert Quest | I Find Solace in the Cries of Passing Bullets Other notable creations: Leferran |
