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Gender/Physical Description: Not a person but a mass of individuals, all universally bleached the same sickly color. It's apparent some of them aren't native to 4chan but have since been indoctrinated into the collective hive that is /r/, all moaning "sauce" in the same ghastly tone. One cannibalistic tendency from qualifying as a zombie horde; otherwise completely harmless.
Personality: Each individual on /r/ possesses some sort of thing, usually a photo or .gif, that must be solved to free their spirit from the hive. Occasionally other boards will happen by /r/ and help provide their ever-desired sauce, but otherwise the denizens of /r/ simply remain waiting until they starve to death. The brave few who tried to save all of /r/ later found that for every request he fulfilled, two more took its place.
Some claim to hear whispers while in the realm of /r/, going by ever-changing enigmatic monikers like "Raygold." This force, whatever it is, tends to vanish if a mod is around.
Relationships: Nobody goes to /r/ unless they need something, and those who stay too long join the hive. You were warned.