Six Months at Riot Games

I’ve been up all night after reading Kotaku’s article on the company culture of Riot, and its effect on women in particular. Cecilia contacted me as a potential source, but I didn’t commit to providing my experience on the record because I was worried about the ramifications of speaking out. The discourse around this conversation and the reticence to believe the women who came forward has stunned me. I’ve been carrying around a heavy weight on my shoulders since 2014, and I feel it is finally time to let it go. I only lasted six months at Riot before resigning.

In 2014, I left a job I loved and colleagues I adored to take up a post at Riot Games in Dublin. One of their recruiters had reached out to me nearly a year prior, and while I was immensely happy at my current place of work, I had always wanted to work abroad at least once in my life. I was becoming addicted to League of Legends, Riot had a history of great community-centric initiatives, and I felt that if I turned down the opportunity, I would always ask myself, “What if?”

I was initially apprehensive, as I had been told firsthand that Riot could have a “bro” culture at times. So I did my research. I asked the recruiter directly about the mysterious “culture” of Riot, and why conforming to it was so important. I even messaged a handful of women ex-Rioters to ask about their experiences. They all confirmed that Riot could have a “frat party” type atmosphere at times, but didn’t relay stories of overt sexism or harassment.

I took the job in early 2014. I sold my car, packed up all my belongings in a shipping container, committed to a long-distance relationship with my partner, and sent my cats off for the mandatory 30 days of quarantine. I fully committed, expecting to work there for several years at the minimum.

Before I detail some of what I experienced at Riot, first, let me state the obvious. The behavior below is NOT indicative of all Riot employees. The large majority of Riot employees I’ve met have been lovely, and as evidenced above, there are many people who weren’t subject to sexist behavior and harassment. That being said, from my own experiences and that of many others speaking out this week, an unacceptable number of people – primarily, but not exclusively women – have been subject to inappropriate behavior at Riot for years. It is systemic to the company’s culture and needs to be addressed as such.  

I’ve outlined some of the most notable negative encounters with Riot staff below. These don’t account for the daily microaggressions and condescending remarks that are too numerous to detail. For transparency, being four years removed from Riot has not degraded my recollection of these events. I am drawing them directly from the eight-page resignation letter I sent to Riot in August of 2014.

Content-Warning: Sexist, racist, homophobic, and transphobic language, as well as mentions of sexual assault.

At Riot, employees are encouraged to play League before/after work, or during lunch. My very first week at the Dublin office, I heard shouting from individuals playing together, calling each other “f*ggots” repeatedly. I was unnerved, but it was my first week and I didn’t know if this was a common occurrence. I didn’t say anything at that time. Eventually, the language would escalate to “n*gger”. No one flinched, and I realized it was considered the norm. Nearly the same thing happened my first day of meetings at the Riot LA office, where two men were loudly calling each other “c*cksuckers” right outside the office of the CEOs.

Soon I began to notice gendered language regularly being used among male Rioters to insult each other. Guys would tell each other “not to be such a girl” and call one another “p*ssies” quite regularly. They would casually refer to women as “b*tches” and say that “all women were crazy.” I also overheard a group discussing how a female professional made it far in the industry, suggesting she “sucked c*ck to get to the top.

My first month at Riot we had an opportunity to talk with one of the CEOs for an office-wide AMA. We were encouraged to submit questions anonymously. I submitted something that had bothered me for some time as a League player. I wondered why – other than the child characters and Yordles – nearly all the female champions had the exact same body type. The male champions were young, old, skinny, athletic, obese, handsome, monstrous, and more – they were unique and diverse. The most prevalent characteristic of female champions at the time was sex appeal. I wanted something more. I wanted to know when we would get a female equivalent of Gragas. 

The senior staff liked the question so much that they requested I ask it live, rather than anonymously. I was apprehensive at first because I was so new, but I also understood that this was an important opportunity to directly challenge someone in a position of power who could make a change. Unfortunately, the response boiled down to “giving the players what they want”, to which I rebutted that Riot was big enough to influence player perception of what characters are cool or fun to play. I was very disappointed by the response, which felt dismissive of the issue. (As a side note, I was happy to see Riot’s efforts to diversify their female champions these past few years.)

After the meeting, I realized I had put a target on my back with some of the men in the office. I didn’t even make it to my desk before a male colleague came up and told me that “women don’t want to play unattractive champions. They want to feel beautiful.” I was stunned. A woman behind us audibly laughed at the fact that he was informing us of our gender’s gaming preferences. A few male coworkers also asked why I would like to see an “unattractive” female champion, or a plus size female champion, because “no one wants to look at that.” These were several of dozens of conversations I would have on the matter.

Things only got worse the longer I stayed at Riot. I didn’t go out with colleagues after events because strip clubs seemed to be a common destination. Asking me what age I lost my virginity at was deemed appropriate conversation during a team dinner, and employees I didn’t know prodded into how my sex life worked in a long-distance relationship.

I felt out of place in my direct team as well. Our Jira sprints were named things like “thong.” I was the only woman on that particular team, and so a senior staff member named us the “Bros and Ho”.  I immediately tried to shut that down, but it was used for weeks regardless.

Rape became a punchline to jokes quite frequently, including one instance where an employee went on for several hours about how he was going to rape his male colleague, who was his hotel roommate. He was graphic in exactly how he was going to rape his roommate, who was a new hire, and it was obvious that the individual in question was extremely uncomfortable.

While on a team outing, the same senior staff member messaged a new employee’s girlfriend on Facebook asking if she was “DTF” - shorthand for “down to f*ck”. He thought it was a funny joke. The new staffer didn’t feel comfortable challenging him, even though his girlfriend was very uncomfortable and called to ask why she was being harassed by his boss.

Then came the final straw. At a work dinner, it came up that I thought I’d been paired in a hotel room with a male Rioter. It turned out to be a typo in the name, and, as was standard, I was paired with another woman. A senior staff member proceeded to repeatedly call me sexist for not being willing to room with a man I’d never met before. At first, I thought he was kidding, but he continued to make arguments to his point. I explained why I would be more comfortable sharing a room with another woman, and told him I wasn’t enjoying the conversation and would leave if I was continued to be called sexist. The conversation continued, with him eventually saying that my unwillingness to room with a man was the same as not hiring a woman due to her gender. I left the table in the middle of dinner, unwilling to take any more after six months of such behavior. I submitted my resignation shortly after.

My biggest concern with Riot – putting my own experiences behind me – is the inappropriate and sometimes predatory behavior that some staff exhibited towards fans. I frequently pushed back against comments and scenarios like these but found I was one of the few that would speak up. Rioters are often seen as celebrities with dedicated fans, and it is easy to abuse that power. 

I regularly witnessed lewd comments about women passing by at events, discussing their level of attractiveness, whether someone would sleep with them, and guessing if they were the age of consent.  

Several times I heard male employees bragging and sharing intimate details about hooking up with players at events, including a cosplayer we worked with in an official capacity. Several male colleagues even asked me to “hook them up” with cosplayers.

When I brought up the inappropriateness of a young League cosplayer having silly-string unexpectedly sprayed across her chest during a video piece by a third party – the gag being that he had ejaculated on her – I was told I was the “comedy police”.

I overheard at least a dozen employees comment on how cosplayers only make costumes for attention and ask “is this even considered a costume?” when a very famous cosplayer recreated a scantily-clad female champion. I showed them that she was one-to-one with the splash art. They begrudgingly conceded that it was an official outfit. This is obviously highly hypocritical.

At least three times Riot Dublin employees made inappropriate comments via work email about a female cosplayer’s breasts (one they regularly worked with).

While in LA, I had a week of very successful meetings with Rioters to help get a new cosplay initiative off the ground. In a recap meeting, I expressed how happy I was that we were creating such great programming for cosplayers. The senior most staff member responded with “Who wouldn’t want to work with cosplayers? Because Boobs.”

During one event, a first-time cosplayer came to our booth crying because someone had commented negatively on her weight in relation to the character. Another coworker and I consoled her for nearly 30 minutes, and she left, feeling much better. After she left, a fellow Rioter called her a “fatass” and asked why she would try to cosplay the character she chose. I was in shock but told him how inappropriate that was to say about our fans, especially those passionate enough to make and wear costumes. Cosplayers have also been called “tr*nnies” and “attention whores” by Riot employees at events.

In meetings, I was told that we shouldn’t put cosplayers on stage to play League live, because they are mostly women, and therefore not very good at the game.

Further examples of disrespect include when I argued that we shouldn’t let a cosplayer in blackface on our stage for a parade, keeping in mind that Riot is a global company. I was repeatedly called racist by my colleagues, who tried to convince me that it was an acceptable practice and I was overreacting.

This is not a comprehensive list. These were only the very specific examples I could draw from when I drafted my resignation letter at Riot. After word got out that I quit, I was contacted by several other women from the office, asking to meet. I was told more horror stories, discovering that some of them had been physically touched, cornered in shared vehicles, and faced professional retaliation for turning down advances. They asked for advice. I told them that they needed to speak up too.

The reason I didn’t share any of this before is because I felt trapped. I am not proud of myself for staying silent. After I quit, I was stranded in Ireland with my entire life in an apartment, no job, no car, and not even a cell phone, as it was immediately taken away from me once I resigned. I needed to get back to the United States somehow. Riot was my best bet, and I worried that if I didn’t agree to their mandates or went public with anything that I’d ruin my chance of getting home. After six months of near-daily misery, I was exhausted. I signed their agreements. I needed to get out. I recognize that I put myself at legal risk by disclosing my experience now. After years of regret and the thought that these practices could still be going on today, affecting countless others who also feel alone and outgunned by a company they were once excited to be a part of,  I am willing to take that risk. I want to work towards a better and more inclusive industry and show solidarity with the other women who have come forward.  

I left Riot feeling like a failure. I felt like I wasn’t tough enough to stick it out or make a positive change at the company.  I had been very public about my new adventure in Ireland, and all I could post about the return home was an agreed upon “culture fit issues’ statement to my social channels. Friends and followers could tell that something was wrong, but I couldn’t expand further.

To be clear, not everything from my time at Riot was negative. I became good friends with several of my co-workers and loved interacting with fans. Riot is a massive company that employs thousands of people. There are going to be women at the company who’ve never experienced sexism or harassment from their colleagues. I am very happy that they have found a safe working space with their particular branches or teams. That being said, these harassment-free experiences don’t invalidate the experiences of women like myself, and the dozens of others I personally met while working at Riot, who struggled with fair and respectful treatment on a daily basis.

The in-depth article on Kotaku and outpouring of other stories from both current and ex-Rioters finally gave me the courage to speak up, despite my concerns about professional or legal ramifications. I should have done this four years ago. I tried to facilitate change while working at Riot and after my departure. I’m hoping the groundswell of voices will now finally cause real, meaningful change within one of the most influential gaming companies in the world.

Two final notes:

To the many good eggs at Riot:  I’ve seen many of your posts. I understand your frustration if you have not been witness to this type of behavior, or experienced it yourself. That being said, you can support your company and the individuals who have come forward. Your anger shouldn’t be directed at the subjects of this abuse and maltreatment, but rather the individuals who perpetuated these acts in the first place. Please keep an eye out for your peers, and hold others accountable for their actions.

To young women hoping to work in gaming: Gaming can be a tough industry, but please don’t let conversations like this drive you away from pursuing your passion. The more we dissect and discuss these situations in a public forum, the more steps we take to making the industry a more inclusive place. As tough as gaming can be, it is equally welcoming and rewarding.

Egyptian Adventure: Classic Croft Cosplay 

Typing out these words still feels a bit odd, as if this trip was in reality only a very convincing dream - the same dream I’d been having since the age of 12. I was introduced to Tomb Raider just prior to my teen years, and Lara Croft’s adventures began an inescapable desire to see Egypt’s ancient sites with my own eyes. 

But this trip wasn’t a dream. My mother and I flew out to Cairo in early April to take part in Cairo Maker Faire’s Geek Fictions festivities. Although I’d never before felt confident enough to cosplay as Classic Lara Croft, I couldn’t miss the opportunity, and whipped up a Last Revelation inspired ensemble. 

For the photoshoot, my mom and I - along with the other talented guests and the Geek Fictions crew - drove out to the Fayoum Oasis south of Cairo. The day became a grand adventure which involved jeeps getting stranded in the sand, our crew freeing them by pushing (in full costumes), and contending with the heat of the Sahara. It was one of the best days of my life.

The rest of the week was just as phenomenal. In addition to attending the fantastic convention, My mom and I took a day trip down to Luxor to see The Valley of the Kings (and visited King Tut’s tomb!), Karnak Temple, Luxor Temple, the Colossi of Memnon, and the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut. Back in Cairo, we climbed inside the Pyramids of Giza, rode a camel the long way to the Sphinx, explored the Egyptian Museum, spent some time at The Citadel, and explored the rest of the city. You can see some of my photos above, paired with the phenomenal cosplay shots from the super talented Elbably Photography. You can see more photos from the trip on my Instagram

I’d like to thank the Geek Fictions crew one more time for having me out to Cairo and fulfilling a lifelong dream, in addition to introducing me to so many new friends in the process. I also highly encourage those of you interested in traveling to Egypt to do so. Despite unrest in the region, I always felt safe and welcomed by the wonderfully kind and hospitable people. I hope I can return again soon. 

Cosplay Feature: Ciri | Witcher 3 

I had the honor of shooting my Ciri costume with an incredible crew after attending Geekcore in Copenhagen, Denmark this past October. We rented a car and drove two hours out to the coastal area of Mons Klint, which we mused would capture the spirit of Witcher’s Skellige islands well. 

Michael la-Cour brought his stunning photographic style and loads of passion to the table, even setting up a call to chat over Ciri’s unique character and putting together an inspiration board prior to the shoot. Bara Cosplay & Hobo Cosplay were fantastic support in arranging the rental, driving our crew, helping light smoke bombs, and more. All the effort and planning paid off with some really atmospheric photos. 

Huge thank you to  Hanime’s Cosplay for making my corset! 

You can find a handful of costume notes and production photos below. Enjoy! 

Belt WIP: Started with a leather blank and whetted it prior to stamping with tools. Drilled over 1000 holes into the blank, dyed it, and hand-stitched in the waxed thread! 

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Decorative Belt WIP: Created blanks in Sintra and EVA foam, sealed with Plastidip, and molds created in Smooth-on. Aluminum powder brushed into molds before being cast in resin! 

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Additional WIP: Stamping the leather for the sword, modifying the shirt & pants, and leather working for boots, arm bands, and more! 

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Pretty Deadly Photoshoot with JwaiDesign

Immediately after reading Pretty Deadly, Ashley Hay and I fell in love with the poetic story by Kelly Sue DeConnick, and otherworldly visuals from the talented Emma Ríos. Planning a photoshoot was soon underway, although it would be nearly a year before we suited up as Alice and Ginny (with incredible makeup by KeltonFX) and drove hours out to the Salton Sea in southern California to shoot with the talented JwaiDesign.

We wanted to tell a story through the photos, culminating in Alice’s death in an explosion of butterflies (a practical effect via a fishing line harness), capturing exactly what makes the book so unique - finding beauty in death. I also now own a taxidermy rabbit skeleton, used for a single shot. Totally worth it.

We hope you love the photos! Be sure to check Pretty Deadly out if you haven’t already. Volume 2 just came out this week!

“KELLY SUE DeCONNICK (Avengers Assemble, Captain Marvel) and EMMA RÍOS (Dr. Strange, Osborn) present the collected opening arc of their surprise-hit series that marries the magical realism of Sandman with the western brutality of Preacher. Death’s daughter rides the wind on a horse made of smoke and her face bears the skull marks of her father. Her origin story is a tale of retribution as beautifully lush as it is unflinchingly savage.”

Photo by Anna Cosplay Photography
Photo by Antony Gomes Photographe
Photo by Antony Gomes Photographe

First Look: Valkyrie Wonder Woman

I’m super excited to share a first full look at Valkyrie Wonder Woman, shot as part of our epic adventure in Iceland last month. The talented Tess Fowler and I collaborated on the design, trying to strike a balance between elements inspired by Norse mythology and classic Wonder Woman iconography.

Check out my full gallery of WIP photos over on Facebook, as well as a list of individuals I owe a ton of gratitude to for offering guidance and advice on this massive build!

More insights on these photos: Despite my best efforts to avoid a crunch, this shoot was the very first time I’d worn the costume in its entirety. The first time wearing a new costume is always a bit anxiety-inducing, and when coupled with intense cold (20° F), biting winds, and no mirror to properly evaluate the final look, this shoot was a challenge. That being said, everyone looked out for me – calling out when a piece of armor shifted oddly, or when a pose felt powerful but frankly looked a bit awkward. For example, lunging forward resulted in my breastplate clipping my belt, completely obscuring my torso, so we had to find a different pose to avoid looking static.

I think we got some great images in the stark black landscape we first shot at, but felt even more confident when we shot the costume again a few hours later in the Vik mountainsides pictured in these images. The area was bathed in sunlight, which warmed me up a bit and resulted in more natural poses and expressions. We did our best to capture both the power of Wonder Woman and divinity of the Valkyrie.

Give the rest of team ‪#‎CosplayIceland‬ a follow for more photos from our adventure: Antony Gomes Photographe, Anna Cosplay Photography, Reilena Cosplay, and Philip Kalmes!

Secret costume WIP

One of the reasons I’ve been so quiet as of late! I’m front-loading all my costumes into the next month because I know I won’t have time or energy to do so when on the road promoting ROTTR. This is another original take on a classic character (not a great secret) and collaboration between Tess Fowler and I! Materials are primarily Sintra, EVA foam, resin, clear worbla, and other findings. Will be wearing/debuting this on my Icelandic vacation next week! :D

See all the progress here.

How cool is this? The #NerdPlay team has a ShirtPunch tee on sale for the next 12 hours only! Use the code MEAGANMARIE at ShirtPunch.com for 10% off if you’re picking one up.
I’ve also got one tee to giveaway! Comment here using the #NerdPlay hashtag...

How cool is this? The #NerdPlay team has a ShirtPunch tee on sale for the next 12 hours only! Use the code MEAGANMARIE at ShirtPunch.com for 10% off if you’re picking one up.

I’ve also got one tee to giveaway! Comment here using the #NerdPlay hashtag if you want in on the contest, and I’ll randomly choose one winner by noon PST today.

Thanks to Jason Chau Photography, whose photo of my Warrior Wonder Woman was referenced on this design!

Charitable Cosplay Shop Update - $3137.97 Donated to Room to Read

Congratulations everyone! This morning we made a huge donation to Room to Read after another successful cosplay charity drive. As an added bonus, I was notified that all donations made during the holiday season will be matched - dollar for dollar. We teamed up and made a huge difference in the fight against illiteracy and the gender gap in education around the world. As promised, here is a detailed breakdown of profits and expenses, with receipts provided for transparency sake.

Combining this number with the last charity drive in March ($2535.86 donated to The Trevor Project) and other smaller drives at conventions in 2014, we’ve raised a total of $6348.83 this year alone. This number proves that the cosplay community, and those who support them as artists and fans, have a huge collective heart.

I would like to express my unending gratitude to everyone involved with this drive - all the photographers, cosplayers, artists, and those who helped spread the word. There are too many of you to note by name, but everyone deserves a credit for their hard work in making this drive a success.

This is my second charity drive, and I’ve learned so much about how to improve and streamline the process. Not only will I have less overhead costs next time (sticker orders are in bulk, so I’ll have tons left for the next fundraiser), but I’ve also got bigger ideas for items to add to the shop. We’ll hit the 5K mark next time, I know it!

Speaking of which, if you’ve got a charity you’d like to recommend, let me know! Also, if you already know you’d like to contribute in some way to a future drive, send me a note and we’ll chat about your participation.

Happy Holidays,

Meagan

P.S. Before anyone frets like last time, don’t worry, my full name isn’t a secret. I wrote under Meagan Marie VanBurkleo for years while at Game Informer. I appreciate those of you who are looking out for my privacy, though! <3

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Today is a milestone for my family. Meaningful in the sense that we, as humans, feel the need to mark anniversaries for the good and the bad. Celebrating the good feels natural. Recognizing the bad sits oddly with me. But ten years is something worth reflecting on, I suppose.

Yesterday, my little brother Justin had been gone for 9 years, 364 days. Today, he has been dead for a decade.

I honestly can’t say the pain – which has subsided over the years from something sharp and physical to a quiet emptiness – is any different than yesterday. My body, mind, and heart have found their new median. This is what it feels like to be me in a world without Budman.

In ten years I’ve talked a lot about Justin. Mostly in private. Mostly to family, friends, and counselors. It wasn’t until these past few years that I’ve shared about him publicly. Since I’m unable to make new memories with him, I chose to share the memories I have with others. Like the video clip above - Justin and I playing Star Trek in the cupboard under the stairs. As you do.

There is one thing I’ve never said out loud in ten years though, and part of me feels guilty at this realization.

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I don’t know if you know who I am. I don’t know if you’ve kept up with my family, or if you shut that door tight in an attempt to heal and move on. I know you asked if you could attend the funeral, and I know you sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers to our home. I also know you are a father. Other than that, you are a blank space. If there is a chance that you’ll see this, however, there is something I should have told you long ago.

I forgive you.

I’ve never harbored ill-will towards you. I can’t imagine the pain and trauma you’ve felt over these years. I can’t conceive what it was like to be there, in that moment. To juggle the terror of realization, the panic of helplessness, and likely the fear for the safety of your own very young child in the back seat.

Justin wasn’t one for rules. As with most teenagers, he thought himself immortal. He shouldn’t have crossed the street at night, far away from safety of the the traffic lights and crosswalk, on an icy road in the dead of winter. We all make mistakes. That was his. It was an accident, and one that came at a heavy cost. But it wasn’t your fault. I genuinely wish you and your family the very best. I hope you’ve embraced life fully, and love even more deeply as a result of this misfortune. I have. That was the gift that Justin gave us.

And to you, the second driver. The one that hit Justin while lying in the road, got out of the car to investigate, and raced off knowing full well what you’d done – I forgive you too. Not because you are remorseful – I have know way of knowing as you were never found – but because my energy is better off funneled into the good I can do in this world, and the change I can make. Not spent on grievances and ghosts of the past.

Best,

Meagan