Late one night in October of 2014, I'm on the phone with you-know-who, who's doing his regular weep-oh-wail-nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-how-did-you do-it-all-back-in-the-day-and-please-oh-please-won't-you-run-the-Foundation-for-me-oh-woe-is-me call, when he unlimbers the notion that Phil actually created the concept of the RPG, and those cads Dave and Gary stole it from him to create their little D&D thing. I found this pretty bizarre, as he'd been working on a book about the early days of RPGs with Dave, and had told me that he was Dave's 'special friend', just like he was with Phil and other famous people we both know. So, I knew he knew better then this, and I reminded him of this as well as the existence of Jon Peterson's mammoth "Playing at the World"; the historical record just doesn't support the idea. I also pointed out the existence of "Beyond This Point Be Dragons", which Keith Daluhn found in a box of Phil's early gaming papers. The idea just won't float; all the facts and information says no.
The response was "If you were loyal to me and Tekumel, you'd find the information to back me up!" and I was also told never to speak to Jon Peterson or to give him any information. My response was to point out that he was telling me to lie for him, and that I would not do so. I told him that if he needed to have people like that working for him in the Foundation, then I was not interested in doing so; I gave him thirty days' notice of my intention of not renewing my dollar-a-year contract and did so on November 14th. I did one final inventory of Phil's collection, including photos of all of his miniatures, cleared all of the Missus' and my stuff out of the office, and returned the keys; we returned all of the Barker Estate items that the Missus had been working on here at the house to Ambereen on December 8th, and that was that. (Aside from having to work really hard to get the $516 that they'd run up on their tab with us; that took a while, and some lawyer action.)
I'd never gotten a formal contract like I'd requested, spelling out my duties and responsibilities, never got the confidentiality agreement that was discussed; I was told to write them up myself, never mind the conflict-of-interest involved.
I am still baffled by it all. I had genuinely thought that they had grown up since their antics of the 1990s.
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