Born in Oklahoma and raised in a rural community of less than 20,000 people, I never expected much out of anyone. Nor did they me. It took some time to realize I was shortsighted in my gradeschool years, and longer to realize the discrimination and abuse was something that would last as long as I wore glasses. A symptom of a small town in rural America.
I did however hold to the hope that once I was older, people would be better, and the abuse would end. It did not. In sports, I could not breath. In physical events, I was pulled out and given a note. But it was never made clear why. Most assumed I had asthma, though I had no such symptoms. Only years later would I learn it was because I was born with more than a few unique features. What I grew up believing was "normal", people tell me is far from the truth. What people said, not knowing what they were looking at, was worse. I learned hate, before I learned any other emotion. Because hate was and to this day is most of what I am given, for being "slightly different".
At birth my feet were flat, my fingers long, my legs weak, and my breastbone inverted. All signs of a disease passed from father to son, known as Marfan's Syndrome. Contrary to what many doctors once believed, Marfan's does not make its victim's slow or mentally deficient. Many people have it, with a 1 in 5000 ratio, making it not so uncommon yet not pleasant either. Severe cases can be life-threatening. Mine was, then, so mild that it was not clinically diagnosed. The symptoms - as the disease is a connective tissue and cellular protien synthesis disease - only became apparent much later.
Symptoms include digestive pain, sensitivity to light (due to thin corneas now measured by my optometrist), pale sometimes elastic skin - which can make my natural smile seem far too broad and absurd, and high blood pressure in the early teens leading to heart failure, dialation of the heart valves, organ failure, and death. Under ideal conditions, 65 years. Realistically, 45 without care, or less under torture or prolonged stress.
I studied computer software, foreign languages, engineering, and spent far more time playing video games and pen-and-paper roleplaying games in the 1980s. In no course did I excell, bordering on boredom and equally distraught by some fabulous discomfort and regular illness which most people discounted as emotional or psychological depression rather than real pain caused by actual medical conditions. The ignorance and insensitivity of people to make excuses astounds me, and I became very interested in ethics, civil rights, and philosophy. The useless skills of human society, as I later learned. Eventually, I came back to my sciences, after disgust with the computer program and other departments in college, and began independent studies of software langauges including PERL, C and Visual Basic.
I began work with some young languages like JAVA and PHP, and spent a substantial amount of time during the early development of C+ and C++, including the release of concepts like classes and polymorphism. 1
What many programmers did not understand about math and hardware layer mechanics confused and irritated me. My interests took me into design of computers after my friend built a modest system for me based on the DX2 platform, but I grew suspicious of his trial-and-error efforts very quickly before ordering my own solution based on the Intel Pentium Pro 200 MHz architecture. Around that same time working in desktop publishing, spreadsheets, and doing some writing for game content both related and in imitation of media I could not afford. You know you are poor when you write your own games for lack of the money to buy them. I did this with Car Wars by Steve Jackson, Robotech, and variations on tabletop strategy games conversion to roleplaying games (far prior the generic d20 system rule compromise).
As a result of this work, I began to connect the concepts of early games in the 1MHz and 4MHz era to the decline in game theory common in later (popular) graphic gaming during the Color Mac and late Amiga PC lines. Something was missing, and I could remember it from the glory days of Apple II and Tektronics tape-drive vector-based game design. Color, clones, and political correctness began to take its toll on video games, and many of the gems of that era like Wings of Fury remain only in my memory of childhood now.
I took my projects to college, converted the publishing business I formed into a web development business and later a limited liability company, and sought out friends to execute the ideas I had refined in 1995 and 1996 around the new Windows platform and early 2D and 3D transform tools now finding hardware support. Unfortunately, I learned the economics of business management conflicted with this endeavor, yet not nearly as much as the education and seriousness of friends my age then. Many of whom could not imagine I owned the rights to or control of the business I spent every penny of my income to build. To them, it was just a dispute that would go away in time, not a $10,000 USD fraud or theft of ideas to market against me for having shared my thoughts privately over dinner. Withdrawing from them, and facing the scandal of small town rumors, I eventually tried my hand in other States - finding a position as a Senior Software Engineer after working as a Telecommunications Administrator. Again, jealous ignorance dictated the lack of understanding and resentment of my position and praise given to my work, over any friendships worth.
I learned that my work was being defamed, purposefully, and efforts to sell my developments in 2002 after my son was taken in a planned kidnapping by the mother's ex-boyfriend and concealed on threat of perpetual loss of contact - followed then by denial of contact by threat of murder and threat of false arrest, to execute a knowing criminal kidnapping. I was assaulted at gunpoint, my identity papers stolen, and my person stranded while I was forced to do labor and accused of wrongdoing for refusing (human trafficking) in Dallas. These acts violating the written contract and lease with my company conditional my being there. Anyone can be trafficked. All it takes is a condition of financial helplessness or abuse combined with community apathy to create modern slavery.
Only my friends in Oklahoma saved my life. Taking me, while terribly sick and incapable of walking, out of that place. They were attacked physically in the process, and took away my computers and papers saving me from being rendered a ghost - robbed of all my personal proof of my past work and property. The apparent goal of the robbery and later discovered stated plan to paint me as "mentally ill" to justify taking my son.
It is hard to believe, given the number of eye witnesses, the ongoing duration of this abuse from 2001 to 2012. Even when I went to court to answer the false claim of abandonment, and my accuser did not go in the same year (2001) despite two summons, the judge refused to order my child returned. The prejudice against me for having not married the woman despite her promise to do so and fraud prior while living with me and supported by me, in the State of Texas - was unbelievable. I never expected such bigotry in the United States of America, or such injury and hardship to follow from it.
Even having restored my business, formed a new corporation to publish the work in joint activity with other business owners and professionals, and with the testimony of former U.S. Soldiers and International witnesses to the fraud taking place, the UNITED STATES and both the STATE OF TEXAS and STATE OF OKLAHOMA refuse to honor my parental rights (76 O.S.) or provide protection from ongoing criminal abuse (43A O.S.) in the matter - amid death threats and written harassment in a clearly laid out plan to destroy my firm and the projects we were working on in 2001 at the time of the kidnapping.
I am ashamed for my country. I do not want to leave, or work abroad, but I am not a free person in the United States of America at present. I have paid for my freedom with my health, my means, and everything at my disposal, watching my family die slowly of Alzheimer's Disease and suffer the ill effects of caring for them for 8 years in my small home town - while this abuse went on and my child grew up thinking his father abandoned him willingly. The people who justified it, moved here and then followed me to businesses and events where I tried to work again, attacking me there, as far away as Oklahoma City and Tulsa Oklahoma, using the Internet and an online community to promote their innocence in this criminal fraud and death threats published there prior the assault at gunpoint in 2002 and later physical assault in 2010.
While we are prepared to fight, to endure, and to resist - this act so shames the people and state of my birth, that I cannot in good faith call it my home anymore. Or in good conscience trust the integrity of its institutions and officers to act in good faith granted the tolerance and complicity with overt psychological torture and genocide activity my firm has identified affect 3.2 million victims in the United States of America per the American Bar Association (ABA). Cited both in Oklahoma Supreme Court (Kelley v Kelley 2007 Dec) and in the United States Federal Supreme Court (Turner v Rogers, 2011 10-10).
I was a programmer, a business owner, a writer, a linguist, a soldier, and a graduate with honors of an American college program earning a bachelors in science in clinical psychology. But I was also a father, and while all those other duties end, that does not. Nor will I forget any part of it before all the rest are meaningless history.
That is why I dedicate this game, "Beyond War", to the protection of people who are discriminated against, abused, their children taken, and the most sacred bond between a parent and child destroyed systematically by governments and societal inaction. Because I loved my son. Because his taking was and is a lie. And it is in light of so many other lies now popular and widespread in the "Progressive" ideology that such a terrible act with millions of similar victims (200,000 per year - ABA, 2010 publication), as to be a war crime by my own government against their people. A crime that, if this project is completed, will not now or ever forward be forgotten or forgiven by the world in memory of the abuse committed here. Be silent, I am told. Be silent, and you might see him as a reward. And I think to myself, "No. Be honest, and know I have a right to see and raise and know him without duress, threat, and fear of murder."
That is the moral of the story in Beyond War. One which I fear is too dark for children, so I have prepared it for adults alone. And in that storytelling art, in which I spent more than 20 years, my promise to my child that he was not - and never will be - forgotten. Nor any minute stolen from him forgiven by the world even after his father is gone. That there will be a story to attest to the consequences of these acts - before there should be a history that speaks likewise of what consequence must follow if none see the harm in it. That a people, hiding behind their collective might, take liberty with the few - can expect nothing but guilt for all those involved by association, even for the actions or the crimes of any one. This is a war crime, too, and yet it is the truth of human conflict for all of human history - that to shelter this deed is to be also complicit and accessory in the doing of that deed, and all the consequence which follow.
I began work with some young languages like JAVA and PHP, and spent a substantial amount of time during the early development of C+ and C++, including the release of concepts like classes and polymorphism. 1
What many programmers did not understand about math and hardware layer mechanics confused and irritated me. My interests took me into design of computers after my friend built a modest system for me based on the DX2 platform, but I grew suspicious of his trial-and-error efforts very quickly before ordering my own solution based on the Intel Pentium Pro 200 MHz architecture. Around that same time working in desktop publishing, spreadsheets, and doing some writing for game content both related and in imitation of media I could not afford. You know you are poor when you write your own games for lack of the money to buy them. I did this with Car Wars by Steve Jackson, Robotech, and variations on tabletop strategy games conversion to roleplaying games (far prior the generic d20 system rule compromise).
As a result of this work, I began to connect the concepts of early games in the 1MHz and 4MHz era to the decline in game theory common in later (popular) graphic gaming during the Color Mac and late Amiga PC lines. Something was missing, and I could remember it from the glory days of Apple II and Tektronics tape-drive vector-based game design. Color, clones, and political correctness began to take its toll on video games, and many of the gems of that era like Wings of Fury remain only in my memory of childhood now.
I took my projects to college, converted the publishing business I formed into a web development business and later a limited liability company, and sought out friends to execute the ideas I had refined in 1995 and 1996 around the new Windows platform and early 2D and 3D transform tools now finding hardware support. Unfortunately, I learned the economics of business management conflicted with this endeavor, yet not nearly as much as the education and seriousness of friends my age then. Many of whom could not imagine I owned the rights to or control of the business I spent every penny of my income to build. To them, it was just a dispute that would go away in time, not a $10,000 USD fraud or theft of ideas to market against me for having shared my thoughts privately over dinner. Withdrawing from them, and facing the scandal of small town rumors, I eventually tried my hand in other States - finding a position as a Senior Software Engineer after working as a Telecommunications Administrator. Again, jealous ignorance dictated the lack of understanding and resentment of my position and praise given to my work, over any friendships worth.
I learned that my work was being defamed, purposefully, and efforts to sell my developments in 2002 after my son was taken in a planned kidnapping by the mother's ex-boyfriend and concealed on threat of perpetual loss of contact - followed then by denial of contact by threat of murder and threat of false arrest, to execute a knowing criminal kidnapping. I was assaulted at gunpoint, my identity papers stolen, and my person stranded while I was forced to do labor and accused of wrongdoing for refusing (human trafficking) in Dallas. These acts violating the written contract and lease with my company conditional my being there. Anyone can be trafficked. All it takes is a condition of financial helplessness or abuse combined with community apathy to create modern slavery.
Only my friends in Oklahoma saved my life. Taking me, while terribly sick and incapable of walking, out of that place. They were attacked physically in the process, and took away my computers and papers saving me from being rendered a ghost - robbed of all my personal proof of my past work and property. The apparent goal of the robbery and later discovered stated plan to paint me as "mentally ill" to justify taking my son.
It is hard to believe, given the number of eye witnesses, the ongoing duration of this abuse from 2001 to 2012. Even when I went to court to answer the false claim of abandonment, and my accuser did not go in the same year (2001) despite two summons, the judge refused to order my child returned. The prejudice against me for having not married the woman despite her promise to do so and fraud prior while living with me and supported by me, in the State of Texas - was unbelievable. I never expected such bigotry in the United States of America, or such injury and hardship to follow from it.Even having restored my business, formed a new corporation to publish the work in joint activity with other business owners and professionals, and with the testimony of former U.S. Soldiers and International witnesses to the fraud taking place, the UNITED STATES and both the STATE OF TEXAS and STATE OF OKLAHOMA refuse to honor my parental rights (76 O.S.) or provide protection from ongoing criminal abuse (43A O.S.) in the matter - amid death threats and written harassment in a clearly laid out plan to destroy my firm and the projects we were working on in 2001 at the time of the kidnapping.
I am ashamed for my country. I do not want to leave, or work abroad, but I am not a free person in the United States of America at present. I have paid for my freedom with my health, my means, and everything at my disposal, watching my family die slowly of Alzheimer's Disease and suffer the ill effects of caring for them for 8 years in my small home town - while this abuse went on and my child grew up thinking his father abandoned him willingly. The people who justified it, moved here and then followed me to businesses and events where I tried to work again, attacking me there, as far away as Oklahoma City and Tulsa Oklahoma, using the Internet and an online community to promote their innocence in this criminal fraud and death threats published there prior the assault at gunpoint in 2002 and later physical assault in 2010.
While we are prepared to fight, to endure, and to resist - this act so shames the people and state of my birth, that I cannot in good faith call it my home anymore. Or in good conscience trust the integrity of its institutions and officers to act in good faith granted the tolerance and complicity with overt psychological torture and genocide activity my firm has identified affect 3.2 million victims in the United States of America per the American Bar Association (ABA). Cited both in Oklahoma Supreme Court (Kelley v Kelley 2007 Dec) and in the United States Federal Supreme Court (Turner v Rogers, 2011 10-10).
I was a programmer, a business owner, a writer, a linguist, a soldier, and a graduate with honors of an American college program earning a bachelors in science in clinical psychology. But I was also a father, and while all those other duties end, that does not. Nor will I forget any part of it before all the rest are meaningless history.
That is why I dedicate this game, "Beyond War", to the protection of people who are discriminated against, abused, their children taken, and the most sacred bond between a parent and child destroyed systematically by governments and societal inaction. Because I loved my son. Because his taking was and is a lie. And it is in light of so many other lies now popular and widespread in the "Progressive" ideology that such a terrible act with millions of similar victims (200,000 per year - ABA, 2010 publication), as to be a war crime by my own government against their people. A crime that, if this project is completed, will not now or ever forward be forgotten or forgiven by the world in memory of the abuse committed here. Be silent, I am told. Be silent, and you might see him as a reward. And I think to myself, "No. Be honest, and know I have a right to see and raise and know him without duress, threat, and fear of murder."
That is the moral of the story in Beyond War. One which I fear is too dark for children, so I have prepared it for adults alone. And in that storytelling art, in which I spent more than 20 years, my promise to my child that he was not - and never will be - forgotten. Nor any minute stolen from him forgiven by the world even after his father is gone. That there will be a story to attest to the consequences of these acts - before there should be a history that speaks likewise of what consequence must follow if none see the harm in it. That a people, hiding behind their collective might, take liberty with the few - can expect nothing but guilt for all those involved by association, even for the actions or the crimes of any one. This is a war crime, too, and yet it is the truth of human conflict for all of human history - that to shelter this deed is to be also complicit and accessory in the doing of that deed, and all the consequence which follow.
That we should teach our children that, perhaps, and avoid the outcome that is otherwise certain when the very dignity of any individual becomes secondary to the welfare of the whole - a worthy cause. In that, Beyond War is the instrument I have sought to conceive for those who would listen, learn, and choose to avoid the alternative of such crimes against humanity.
Understanding then, "Genocide begets genocide." And to stop the crime one must prevent it, not merely wait for its outcome to be proven in blood and stolen lives.
This was, and remains, the purpose of "The Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide", and the basis for the true and legal meaning of Article II (b) and (e). As well as Article III (complicity equates to commission in the same degree), and Article IV (vacating immunity of any sort in addition to limitations of any damages). Terms which, in my asking, few Americans even know now - nor do they in any capacity still retain the faculties to read or comprehend the law. Much less any loyalty to it, or sense of obligation beyond the consequences of being caught and prosecuted only.
People say to me, "You write about monsters." And I say, "Yes, I write about people, and other things too." The other things, rarely, are as wicked as a people who simply do not want to stare at their own wrongdoing or things done in their name, and that - the moral of my story. The lesson being, that it is not merely power that moves us "Beyond War" - but actual honesty and courage to defend the individual against the whole of society and the Universe at large. Lacking that, people are the greatest monsters of all.
- A Personal Lettter from the President of Shadowdancers L.L.C.
James Arnold Allen
1 - As any competent programmer knows, polymorphism and class support took some time to deploy in the Microsoft Visual C compiler for Windows, despite availability for other platforms not yet readily available to consumers and small businesses in that era. Of course an incomplete reading by a fat child molester in a dark room might miss that for a critical fact, but as soon as he uses both hands to touch his keyboard I'm sure he'd find somoeone who actually works in the industry that could tell him. Provided the screaming of his own kid in the back room with his friend did not distract him. My sympathy for professional inattention in such matters is only next to my candor about my critics massive paranoid homophobia and possible childhood causes for deep anger issue evident every time I clarify a fraud by those critics.
Understanding then, "Genocide begets genocide." And to stop the crime one must prevent it, not merely wait for its outcome to be proven in blood and stolen lives.
This was, and remains, the purpose of "The Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide", and the basis for the true and legal meaning of Article II (b) and (e). As well as Article III (complicity equates to commission in the same degree), and Article IV (vacating immunity of any sort in addition to limitations of any damages). Terms which, in my asking, few Americans even know now - nor do they in any capacity still retain the faculties to read or comprehend the law. Much less any loyalty to it, or sense of obligation beyond the consequences of being caught and prosecuted only.
People say to me, "You write about monsters." And I say, "Yes, I write about people, and other things too." The other things, rarely, are as wicked as a people who simply do not want to stare at their own wrongdoing or things done in their name, and that - the moral of my story. The lesson being, that it is not merely power that moves us "Beyond War" - but actual honesty and courage to defend the individual against the whole of society and the Universe at large. Lacking that, people are the greatest monsters of all.
- A Personal Lettter from the President of Shadowdancers L.L.C.
James Arnold Allen
1 - As any competent programmer knows, polymorphism and class support took some time to deploy in the Microsoft Visual C compiler for Windows, despite availability for other platforms not yet readily available to consumers and small businesses in that era. Of course an incomplete reading by a fat child molester in a dark room might miss that for a critical fact, but as soon as he uses both hands to touch his keyboard I'm sure he'd find somoeone who actually works in the industry that could tell him. Provided the screaming of his own kid in the back room with his friend did not distract him. My sympathy for professional inattention in such matters is only next to my candor about my critics massive paranoid homophobia and possible childhood causes for deep anger issue evident every time I clarify a fraud by those critics.
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