The man. The legend. The hater of desks.
entering the room, he changes the atmosphere instantly. everyone strugles to hide their desks before his sights turn towards them because they know if his glaze meets a desk, it will surely be flipped. you know when he's captured a victim by hearing his kindov loud battle scream "Son of a bitch!" He vowes never to leave a desk unflipped in his mission to uproot the worlds personal tables and avert the attention of civilians to himself for a few minutes. can this menace be stopped? will his thirst for unrooted desks be quenched!? no one knows. but be wary to keep your valuables off of your desks when this creature comes a roamin'. the dreaded Van Seivert.
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