A STRANGER OBSESSION

The week of June 3, the White Wolf Game Director came to Blizzard Diablo 3 for the 1.09 release.  The significance of this event to me and to this Blog is the relationship to Fantasy and Role Play.  Hidden within the missing years was my Gaming.  I started playing Diablo, a Role Playing Game (RPG) actively on Battle.net in 1997.   That same year, I was introduced to White Wolf Games, specifically Table Top Games. It was at a Table Top Game with new Friends that I discovered LARP – Live Action Role Play. Masquerade was based strictly on Table Top adapted to Live Action, and it was Costume Play. I started LARPing in the Spring of 1997, playing White Wolf Masquerade in Pasadena City Hall, Cal Tech and Lake Avenue. Within a few months I had established a routine of playing Diablo in LAN Parties and on Battle.net during the Weekdays, and LARPing on the Weekends.  We built complex story lines of intrigue based within the parameters of the White Wolf Gaming Series, and acted them o

Where is the Witness? Where is that magical person who can validate the lies Don Stovner told me, my family and my peers? There must be a Witness.

July 2011 I know the Men with the Hairless Dogs talked to you and I know you talked to Don Stovner. You are in a bigger mess than you realize. And it's all because you didn't take Jail Bait seriously.

January 2009, just a few weeks after the final disposition of my termination at the Wynn but before the Hearings began with the State of Nevada, Don Stovner reached out via LinkedIn and asked me for a reference.  He called me before the request to apologize for his behavior, that he was under pressure from management to behave towards me the way he did.  He said the position was in Washington State and that he was leaving Nevada. I gave him the reference. When I began the contract at Clearwire in June 2009, I was also pending a Hearing Date over my termination from the Wynn with the State of Nevada. Everyone I knew in Vegas told me that I would lose, that Wynn never loses a hearing and they never settle. I told every one that I was fine with that outcome, but not before I exhausted the Legal Process. I just kept responding to the communications, following the process. From June 2009 through August 12, 2009, Don made an effort to speak to me or bring me coffee every single work