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The Schedule book. Our first big dissapointment of the Con. The first of many more to come. There were so many screw ups associated with this schedule, it boggles the imagination. Not to mention, the new layout SUCKS BIG TIME. And then there's Henry, the Events Manager. Our second big dissapointment of the Con. It took us three attempts over a two day period to get him to tell us that HE was the one who schedules the events.

Practically all of the first day (Wednesday) was spent trying to get the scheduling errors and room assignments straightened out. They had six of our events scheduled at the wrong times, three missing completely, and all of our games were spread out in four diffrent rooms, including the Breezway (or the BLOW WAY as we called it, aka: the free gaming area). It took more than seven more trips down to the events management booth to get things straightened out, and we didn't get an official fix until noon on Friday. Of course we made our own adjustments until then. In true Rogue style, we just ignored all the crap that was in the schedule book and commandeered the room where most of our games were scheduled to be. Then we had to hunt down our players and lead them to the games. We talked to lots of other game masters who had similar problems. Most of them never managed to get WotC to fix their situation. The only way we did, was because we had 31 events running over the whole weekend, and because we menaced the Events Staff several times a day until it was fixed.

Having fun with some old friends. People at the Con seem to fall into two catagories, those who love us and those who hate us. And both camps are growing rapidly.

Robert Wiese, the Director of the RPGA, has written many an e-mail to Rogue Cthulhu. Mostly in an attempt to defend his organization against our public criticism. This being the first time we had met face to face, we introduced ourselves and told him we would like to have a chat with him. But upon hearing our name, his cordial smile noticably sagged, and within moments he vanished like a whisp of smoke. Rob, what happened to you? Jeff was kind of hurt that you ran off like that. I know you monitor our page, so if you see this, drop him a line at our usual e-mail address.

Our first day of toils behind us, we put our haggared crew to bed in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. If we could just get past the problems with WotC, we knew the players wouldn't let us down. Fun times were within our grasp. Our moment to shine. Off to bed now 'Squatch, our first game... 10am.