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I came to the gamer boards in 1999. I was a small time informant, a survivor of 2 bit crap behavior as a bodyguard for a gang of teen dealers on Saltspring Island. I had a hard time keeping my head straight with the weed I was doing. I cleaned up after helping the RCMP with some minor information assistance. I had studied crim in 1994. In and out of the hospital till the turn of the century.
I was going to be famous! The spy turned RPG/boardgame writer! Wow! Riches and fame in the game industry.
I became known in the early 2000's for picking fights on the boards. I couldn't let anybody get the last word and I got so angry I had to keep changing my handle to avoid embarresment. I made friends in a gamer chat room, and progressed with design even though I realized as far as income is concerned professional game writers are *screwed*. I smoked excessivly which didn't help. I continued to fight and flame on the boards.
I fell in love with the greatest woman in the world. She became my greatest joy, who I dated online. She had so much energy and spunk, and the relationship held. The flamewarring got so bad I broke down one morning fighting people who called me a lier for saying I had been a police agent. It was all I had as far as accomplishment. I had graduated head of my class in highschool and promptly went nowhere.
Eventually I wound up in my moms basement to my knowing horror towards the stereotype I was filling. I picked up web design as a hobby too though, which became useful. I got into private intelligence analysis. That was the old d-elite.com and cyberfry.com. The woman, a friend, who taught me basic web design was a hotblooded american, and she encouraged the intel analysis.
Mom died of a stroke from smoking on the nicotine patch, but I survived the grief.
I got my own sense of revenge by collecting every bit of documented proof with the plan to post it on the boards and set the board flamers up. My girlfriend had to break up the fight as far as my behaviour was concerned. I recorded all the conversations and in the end I had a neat little book published and in the local game store and available on the net. I didn't realize I had antogonized the mods a wee bit much with that ploy.
Me and her parted ways; it had been rocky at times but as far as an online relationship was concerned it was fairly amazing.
Cyberfry filled my time after that. It was 2003 and the war needed reporting. I had a daily updated comple hotspot clickable map. The middle east's daily happenings was completely available in color from the Middle East Shadowboard. My american web tutor quietly forwarded the site to sponsorship with the american Central Intelligence Agency. I didn't know.
So I eventually went back to Vancouvers streets. I was travelling, and went to the hostel at the Vancouver's East Side. I stepped out the door and looked at the addicts passing by, some whos meth addiction causes them to tear at their faces, and I just said it to myself. There is work here for a spook, lots of it. I got a job tutoring at the community center and quietly started collecting information about *everything*. The price anomalies at the Salvation Army soup kitchen. Abuses of the computer network donated by the Gate's Foundation, at the community center, I gave letter grade ratings for all the public services.
Who the forign spooks were. Who was dealing heroin at the food lines. What the bikers were doing, who in fact, were the biggest problem. I wrote it all up as a private report and just shoved to all the media, police, and political sorts.
Eventually I was doing security for CSIS's private information bazaar. I was dealing with people wanted to put a veritable cap in my ass. I loved it. I loved to fight while in the right, morally. It got bad though. Real bad as me and my female partner I had taken up with and the units under and over our command got into trouble for fingering the local politicians as a huge part of the problem. A couple of times me and my partner were hospitalized. We would just take off when we got the chance.
Me and her, who I will just call "G" wound up against a wall, as we had no official authority and refused to quit, with people under our command who liked what me and her were doing. We got busted hard at the first sign of fall, and I personally got roughed up in jail. The local PD had come to *hate* us. I was sent to Riverview and hustled my ass out of there. Someone upstairs made sure I got the money I needed to be cool inside, and I did what I had to do to make sure I got out.
I made it clear in honesty with my shrink that I would quit. We struck an understanding and I was out for christmas. It also helped that one of my Lt.s on the outside bought a new laptop with my shrinks credit card number. It was nice to have friends to put a little pressure on the system.
I was livid for a few months at what I thought was unfair treatment, but I realized. I did what I wanted to do for a long while. The bikers we gathered intel on are now facing charges on new forms of legislation (kinda like the RICO Act). Marc Emery, Vancouver's druglord, lost all support with the political structure and maybe heading to an american prison. I had made friends with NATO Intel people who were their to investigate the program and grouping (Echelon) that me and "G" had been filed under. There is more and more talk in the local papers about recent "ad hoc" successes in policing. I read that with pride.
I just don't want to fight anymore. I make games, still report the news, listen to music, hang out with my family here that I live with. I'm just for some reason, happy. People start flaming me here I just avoid looking at the thread. I got privledges on other boards back so I can do business. I got some ace people working for me, and they are awesome.
Granted life is not over. There is SO much I want to do professionally, building the eSprawl till it rivals other major portals. I have the nagging want to play my games more often, and others as well. I have Shadowrun 4-ed. ordered and I can't wait.
It's like my whole life I wanted to prove something, and I realized I just had to like myself. Religion is a part of that too I think, as I now know there is something on the other side of life and it's best to hedge your bets. I do think me and "G" may be married one day.
Anyways, to all the people who once accused me of being a fraud: You were right, but you pushed me to do it eventually, and that effort of 2005 is now called "Operation Coconut".
God bless those who fought to try to take the city back.
- Delmer Edwin Esau
I was going to be famous! The spy turned RPG/boardgame writer! Wow! Riches and fame in the game industry.
I became known in the early 2000's for picking fights on the boards. I couldn't let anybody get the last word and I got so angry I had to keep changing my handle to avoid embarresment. I made friends in a gamer chat room, and progressed with design even though I realized as far as income is concerned professional game writers are *screwed*. I smoked excessivly which didn't help. I continued to fight and flame on the boards.
I fell in love with the greatest woman in the world. She became my greatest joy, who I dated online. She had so much energy and spunk, and the relationship held. The flamewarring got so bad I broke down one morning fighting people who called me a lier for saying I had been a police agent. It was all I had as far as accomplishment. I had graduated head of my class in highschool and promptly went nowhere.
Eventually I wound up in my moms basement to my knowing horror towards the stereotype I was filling. I picked up web design as a hobby too though, which became useful. I got into private intelligence analysis. That was the old d-elite.com and cyberfry.com. The woman, a friend, who taught me basic web design was a hotblooded american, and she encouraged the intel analysis.
Mom died of a stroke from smoking on the nicotine patch, but I survived the grief.
I got my own sense of revenge by collecting every bit of documented proof with the plan to post it on the boards and set the board flamers up. My girlfriend had to break up the fight as far as my behaviour was concerned. I recorded all the conversations and in the end I had a neat little book published and in the local game store and available on the net. I didn't realize I had antogonized the mods a wee bit much with that ploy.
Me and her parted ways; it had been rocky at times but as far as an online relationship was concerned it was fairly amazing.
Cyberfry filled my time after that. It was 2003 and the war needed reporting. I had a daily updated comple hotspot clickable map. The middle east's daily happenings was completely available in color from the Middle East Shadowboard. My american web tutor quietly forwarded the site to sponsorship with the american Central Intelligence Agency. I didn't know.
So I eventually went back to Vancouvers streets. I was travelling, and went to the hostel at the Vancouver's East Side. I stepped out the door and looked at the addicts passing by, some whos meth addiction causes them to tear at their faces, and I just said it to myself. There is work here for a spook, lots of it. I got a job tutoring at the community center and quietly started collecting information about *everything*. The price anomalies at the Salvation Army soup kitchen. Abuses of the computer network donated by the Gate's Foundation, at the community center, I gave letter grade ratings for all the public services.
Who the forign spooks were. Who was dealing heroin at the food lines. What the bikers were doing, who in fact, were the biggest problem. I wrote it all up as a private report and just shoved to all the media, police, and political sorts.
Eventually I was doing security for CSIS's private information bazaar. I was dealing with people wanted to put a veritable cap in my ass. I loved it. I loved to fight while in the right, morally. It got bad though. Real bad as me and my female partner I had taken up with and the units under and over our command got into trouble for fingering the local politicians as a huge part of the problem. A couple of times me and my partner were hospitalized. We would just take off when we got the chance.
Me and her, who I will just call "G" wound up against a wall, as we had no official authority and refused to quit, with people under our command who liked what me and her were doing. We got busted hard at the first sign of fall, and I personally got roughed up in jail. The local PD had come to *hate* us. I was sent to Riverview and hustled my ass out of there. Someone upstairs made sure I got the money I needed to be cool inside, and I did what I had to do to make sure I got out.
I made it clear in honesty with my shrink that I would quit. We struck an understanding and I was out for christmas. It also helped that one of my Lt.s on the outside bought a new laptop with my shrinks credit card number. It was nice to have friends to put a little pressure on the system.
I was livid for a few months at what I thought was unfair treatment, but I realized. I did what I wanted to do for a long while. The bikers we gathered intel on are now facing charges on new forms of legislation (kinda like the RICO Act). Marc Emery, Vancouver's druglord, lost all support with the political structure and maybe heading to an american prison. I had made friends with NATO Intel people who were their to investigate the program and grouping (Echelon) that me and "G" had been filed under. There is more and more talk in the local papers about recent "ad hoc" successes in policing. I read that with pride.
I just don't want to fight anymore. I make games, still report the news, listen to music, hang out with my family here that I live with. I'm just for some reason, happy. People start flaming me here I just avoid looking at the thread. I got privledges on other boards back so I can do business. I got some ace people working for me, and they are awesome.
Granted life is not over. There is SO much I want to do professionally, building the eSprawl till it rivals other major portals. I have the nagging want to play my games more often, and others as well. I have Shadowrun 4-ed. ordered and I can't wait.
It's like my whole life I wanted to prove something, and I realized I just had to like myself. Religion is a part of that too I think, as I now know there is something on the other side of life and it's best to hedge your bets. I do think me and "G" may be married one day.
Anyways, to all the people who once accused me of being a fraud: You were right, but you pushed me to do it eventually, and that effort of 2005 is now called "Operation Coconut".
God bless those who fought to try to take the city back.
- Delmer Edwin Esau
