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In October of 2007, the Legends community lost one of its most beloved members. In the history of Legends, there has never been a person who better exemplified the spirit our community more than Mutante Reese.
Mutie was a friend to us all. Standing well over seven feet tall, he was one of the warmest, friendliest, most welcoming people we have had at Legends. He made everyone feel part of the family. |
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Every character he ever played at Legends was superbly refined, unique, and memorable. His legacy lives on in our stories and memories of him. He was a true pillar of the community and it is in his spirit and memory that we dedicate Legends Legacy to him.
Many of us have stories and memories of Mutie. We want to hear them. Please share your stories here on this page in memory of Mutante Reese. Mutie, we will meet again in Valhalla, my friend.
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| One of my first events at Legends, back when I first started staffing in 1998 or so, Mutie asked myself and one other staff person to accompany him as spider cultists. He was apparently playing a character known as the "Voice of the Web." I didn't really know too many people at the game and didn't know too much about the characters either. It turns out that he was out previously as this character and managed to final a knight of the Red Thorn. A fellow knight demanded revenge. After finding us Mutie and the Knight conversed for a few minutes. The knight then attacked Mutie's spider paladin, slaying him in the chest, while myself and the other spider cultist took down the knight using our blade poison. As we lifted up the damaged body of the leader of our party and started bringing him to saftey, Mutie whispered to us, "I love this game." And he did. He was a good role model for many staff and he is missed greatly. | | Mark Holloway | | In the beginning I hardly knew him, but every time I saw Mutie, he'd greet me warmly. When I ended my playing career and joined the staff of Legends, his first response to me was quite memorable: “Welcome to the Dark Side!” I remember the terror I felt as a player when I saw him come out wearing a Red Skull mask. I remember being subdued and slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes...while I am six foot tall, it is still an unnerving prospect to open your eyes and see the ground so far down below you. But most of all, I remember one very special encounter:
I had just found out I had lost a tiny friend of mine. He had been battling a lung infection for months and he finally passed away during the event. I was devastated. As I walked around the NPC center in a daze, Mutie saw my state and was immediately and genuinely concerned. The biggest and scariest man you've ever seen came over and asked me if I was ok. I'll never forget that real concern he showed. I regret never really thanked him for that concern, nor getting to know him better. Thanks, Mutie. I miss you, dude. | | Charlie Holloway | | So many memories of Mutie.... him scaring the heck out of my PC Cerridwynn as the Valykie one of my first events. Then myself as a staff person working down at the Dark Tavern, Mutie as Anthony sure made things darker and more fun for me. But my last memory of him, seems to have stuck with me. We had a Skype mtg and hatched up a plan that I would play Mrs Tempus and all sorts of hilarity was to ensue as Martial order had been called. But the next day Dan Devitt called to tell me that Mutie had passed away. I was dumb founded. So the next event we held a big feast in Lord Tempus's honor and I played the grieving "widow". The tears were flowing that day, no acting was needed. I raise a toast to Mutie. You live on in our hearts forever. Gosh I wish you were here for Legends Legacy, you would have love it! | | Susan Alexander | | I too have many memories of Mutie probably too many to list here but I'll tell one favorite.
It was at Mutie's funeral service. A true Viking funeral with ship and all. People from his life were gathered much meat and mead were consumed and as the day drew towards an end and it got dark the fire was lit.
I had brought my son Brennan, who met Mutie when he was only 5 or 6 and was truly astounded by him. His bearing, his height, and everything about him. At the time of Mutie's passing Brennan was maybe 11 years old. He enjoyed listening to stories and meeting people from legends and my old friends but as the time to light the fire drew near someone showed up with a big pitbull and the dog fight began. I moved Brennan out the way from the brawling dogs and we watched the fire burn as people remembered in their own way the giant of a man. It was then I realized that there were half naked women belly dancing before the fire.
I chuckled to myself that even in death Scott was his own man; he did his thing his own way, and that's what made him so special. As I took Brennan by the hand and told him "it's time to go" I smiled and said goodbye, content that I was given the chance to know him. | | Bill Kenerson | | Like everyone I have my memories of Mutie. He was the first new person I met at Legends when I came. He sat within our game as a fixture. I learned of his passing nearly two years after the fact. I was with Hope, and she told me. Regret filled me for not keeping in touch after I distanced myself from Legends. To this day, I cannot lift a prop or costume without a memory of Mutie being attached. The Fury Wings which were made more terrifying upon the giant's back. The day the Dark Mistress opened, and the discussions which occurred to convince David to allow it to be opened. "Curse me to talk like you." was one of my favorite memories. Breaking into the Library with Anthoni. So many things, so many memories. I am pleased to have known him. He is numbered among those other warriors with whom I served and now feast in the hall of Odin.
Oh, wrap me in my country's flag
And lay me in the cold, blue sea
Let the roaring of the waves
My solemn requiem be
And I shall sleep a pleasant sleep
While storms above their vigils keep
| | Steve Manuel | | Mutie also saw things much bigger than they were. He could take a spider costume and make a spider cult of fear; he could take an abandon small cabin and make it wall to wall patrons - Dark Tavern; he could take a rag tag guard and make it a soldier force. However, my favor Mutie memory is the tunnels built with 2x4s with black plastic over-top. As we were leaving the final section to stood up right too early and clocked himself on the final 2x4. The entire module moved a foot. | | JHO - Jeff Hoyland | | I have many fond memories of Mutie from the times I was LARPing with him. The first character I ever played, Loketh, ended up being the door guard/bouncer at the Dark Mistress tavern, and those were some of the best times I ever had as that character, and it was in great part due to Mutie that this was so. There was the time I saw three players walk up to Mutie's corpse ( I think he was playing his armourer character at the time), grab his hands and say “we drag you off the field”, to which Mutie responded.. “you can try”. It was most comical, watching three beefy fighter types, pulling as hard as they could at Mutie's inert body, and not being able to budge it an inch.
Or the time when Mutie and I were playing Hobgoblins, and we were waiting in the brush along side a path at night, looking to ambush the group of players that were, as usual, walking and chatting while carrying their light sticks. Mutie whispered in my ear “I have a better idea. Watch this.” Once the players were a few feet beyond us... Mutie let out a truly enormous belch. I do not think I have ever heard players scream as loudly, or run as fast as that group did that evening.
But really, some of the best memories I have of Mutie, were when we were hanging out Out Of Game. One evening that stands out in particular, was the night he and I went to the Man-Ray night club in Boston. I was wearing my usual attire for the Goth night at Man-Ray... black lace and velvet and a red and black leather doublet, with lots of my own hand-made jewelry. Mutie of course, was wearing his light armour.. heavy leather coat with steel plates on it, and matching arm guards. We stopped at a restaurant to grab a bite to eat before the club. The waitress came by and asked us if we wanted drinks and Muti said “yeah, four pints of Bass Ale please,” as the waitress was turning to leave Mutie said to her “he might want something too.” indicating me. I of course, ordered one Bass Ale.
Once we got to the club, we hung out, greeting the few friends we ran into, and eventually... as one is wont to when one drinks ale, be it four pints or just one, we had to go to the bathroom. As Muti and I were standing next to each other, doing our business, a fellow club goer took the empty place next to Mutie, looked down to unzip his fly, did a double take and stared at Mutie for a second then said “Shit dude, remind me not to get drunk and piss you off!” Mutie just looked down at him, that was the only way Mutie could look at most people, and said “Don't worry guy, I’m not working.” With a very concerned expression on his face, the guy asked “what do you do for work?” Mutie smiled again and said “Repo man, and bouncer at a few clubs... I just like hitting people, so the work suits me.” The guy had not even finished his business before he was tucking himself back into his pants and hurrying out of the men's room, a very visible stain around the crotch area of his pants. Mutie and I had more than a few good laughs at that.
Also, I wrote a piece just after Muti's funeral. It was one of the best funerals I have ever attended. I was so pleased to see Muties family and friends taking control and charge of how they said good-bye to him, rather that just letting a funeral home handel all the arrangements, as they try to do. For anyone who is interested, the link to the piece, with links to pictures, is here. And yes, Mutie was actually late for his own funeral. ;)
http://sothe.livejournal.com/48637.html | | Steven Patten | | My character Ivan sought out Muties character “The Voice” to become a member of the spider cult. I didn’t just want to join, I wanted to run the thing. (so naive and gutsy at the time as a player). My first meeting with Muties character was in the dark tavern. Because of his character, Mutie would talk very slow and low. For me, it was a mixture of being scared and confused because I couldn’t hear him. Mutie set my character Ivan off on a crazy mission to take out the current Spider Paladin. This was the start to Ivan becoming the Spider Paladin. I can remember walking with Mutie at night in his shadow. (So many people died...haha.) Mutie was a very creative person that wore his heart on his sleeve. He gave each character his all. I am constantly reminded of him and I still have the spider headband he made. Miss ya big guy. | | Phil Matson | | I'm used to being the tallest person in the room, so was quite startled upon meeting Mutie for the first time. He was always friendly and helpful to me, and I regret not spending more time with him. Mutie immediately fixed the clasp on a leather pouch I had bought from him when I had a problem with it. He tried to get me involved with things when I was shy. He reminded me of my dad, both in personality and physique. My favorite memory of him was actually an out-of-game moment after a Legends wrap-up. I mentioned my back was sore after the long event. Mutie said "Stand still, I'll fix it," and got behind me. I was "wait, I don't think this is such a good idea-" and then he was lifting me up like I was nothing, resulting in my spine making a satisfying crack. And I felt better. He was a giant of a man, in more ways than one.
| | Charles Schultz |
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