Just a random guy with a passion for video games and music. If you want to contact me, I'm on Xfire and Steam often enough. If you want a custom header, background or avatar (or all three!) for personal use or for your group(s), let me know ;) Space and words of all sorts will fill this space, never to be seen again. On top of that I am going to update my profile so that you cannot see these words. Instead, a cool looking picture shall go on top with some html links for various sites of mine. I still have five hundred characters to go. Drat. Whilst writing that I lessened the character amount. I now have three hundred and sixty one. Wow, that actually worked. But it doesn't matter, because you will never see this again. Well, maybe if you're lucky you will, but I'm not so sure. Anyway, I'm going to attempt to. I need to max out the text. Horribly annoying at times, let me tell you. Still quite a few characters to go, but only in the double digits. Fortunately that ate a bit up. Single.

Blog RSS Feed Report abuse Sky Mountain Studios - Valencia: City of Colors

0 comments by Arcones on Jul 22nd, 2014

Hi guys! It's a great pleasure to introduce Valencia: City of Colors to you all as Sky Mountain Studios first game title! It is currently in development and we'd love to receive your feedback as we proceed with the game!

Currently we are in the conceptual stages of development, but we're closing in on producing a small demo to display the gameplay mechanics that you'll use once the game is fully released. It would be a great help if you could support us by tracking on ModDB!

Follow Valencia: City of Colors here!

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Report abuse Annual Updates are Hard

6 comments by Arcones on Jun 10th, 2014

I think it's safe to say at this point that I can't write blogs consistently, which is slightly odd considering how much I love to write in general. Oh well. I figured I'd give a general update for those of you who think I may have died recently, for lack of a better scenario. Well hi. Recently I've been fairly productive irl, which is why I haven't been super productive online, although I'm sure that's most of us whenever the school year winds down.

I've been working quite a bit, getting that hard-earned cash, but that'll primarily be going to school. Speaking of, I finally graduated from High School. Finally. Now onto at least three more years of school. And for those of you who did the mental math there, I already completed a year of college during my last year of HS. In addition to that, I'm still playing Ultimate Frisbee three to four times a week and really starting to hit a new level playing, which is kinda exciting for me. I'm usually one of the smaller and therefore athletically challenged players on the field due to the fact that I play with college students/adults in the prime of their life (or beginning to hit it). I'm just now getting there myself and it's paying off for sure.

A big thing for me though, is the conclusion of two years of National November Writing Month. For those of you who don't know, it's an international event wherein you attempt to write a novel of 50,000 words in one month. I've actually participated in this event for the last three years (we won't talk about the first year) and I've completed all three successfully, but I've never edited any of them. This year however, one of the rewards for finishing and reaching the 50k mark was two free bound books privately published by Amazon's publishing company Createspace and given to the author. I've never used their offer in the past, but this year seemed like a good time to try it out now that I have successive story lines (the past two years I've been writing a specific series).

So now I'm going through the tough (hah) editing process and actually just about close to getting them published and sent to me. I'm kinda psyched. I might actually publicly publish them later on the Kindle or something, if people I know actually want to read them. I've actually learned a decent amount about the publishing process through this offer, although it is different from normal publishing companies.

It's been a pretty eventful last year, as you can tell and I'm sure the next year will be too (well, I am going to Europe this fall, so I think so =P). Hope everyone here is doing good as well!

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Report abuse Arcones' Blog: It's Been Too Long!

1 comment by Arcones on Jun 7th, 2013

Hello World! (Again)

So I've had some things on my mind lately that I've wanted to do and so here's a video along with some Minecraft Survival Games footage to go along with it. I actually kinda enjoyed talking to myself for 6 ish minutes.

Also one other thing: The video and audio ended 10 full seconds before it should have and so subsequently you don't see me win the SG.

So anyway, here you go!


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Report abuse Short Story

4 comments by Arcones on Mar 11th, 2013


Not All Things That Appear to Die, Truly Do

  The cold gray dawn did nothing to the young and therefore irrepressible spirits of the brother and  sister. Before breakfast, the siblings had scampered outside their house and plunged into the  neighboring forest. They loved adventure and the forest provided the best kind. Holding hands they  skipped merrily through the dense vegetation. Occasionally, they stopped to watch a squirrel climb a  tree or a bird peck the ground for a worm. The siblings led a carefree life. Autumn, their favorite  season, peeked from around the corner. They could see it in the leaves of the trees, and could feel  it in the brisk wind that rustled through the vegetation. The boy and girl stopped for a rest, sitting  side by side against a tree. Slowly, and nearly without notice, their eyelids closed. Unfortunately,  they did not know the dangers of the forest, or if they did, they did not heed its warnings. So it was  without caution that they slept, deeply, and unaware that they were being watched. With eyes full  of malevolence, the creature crept forward slowly, stealthily. In its two wrinkled hands were rough,  homespun potato sacks. It stepped on a twig with a snap. The boy gasped as his sight was plunged  into darkness, but not before he caught a glimpse of long unkempt hair and a wrinkled face. A cry  from his sister alerted him that she too was caught. Then a rough hand seized his neck and slowly,  but steadily, he lost consciousness.
  At the house, the parents of the young lad and lass were awake. They were not alarmed that both  children were gone. The young siblings enjoyed their excursions into the forest, as it had become  habitual. It was only as the sun approached its zenith that the parents began to be worried. They  knew what was in the forest and had frequently told both children not to venture far. Mid-afternoon  approached, and the parents stepped into the forest. They were intent on finding their children  before it was too late. Though there was no actual trial, the parents knew where their children  usually played. As mother and father searched each and every one of the children’s hideouts, a seed  of despair began to plant itself in their hearts. Would they find their children? Finally approaching  the siblings’ last haunt, they found signs of use. Disturbed grass, crushed leaves, and most  importantly, signs that something, or someone had been dragged from the site. With dread filling  them, the parents ran from the spot, tracking the foot marks and drag signs until they came upon a  site that left them speechless with horror. In the midst of a forest clearing were white bones. The  mother stumbled to her knees sobbing. The father felt empty and hollow inside. Tears welling in his  eyes, he hugged his wife, and spoke softly, “I’m sorry Gretel. The witch has had her revenge on you.  Let’s tell Hansel.”

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Report abuse Saber's Sketches

15 comments by Arcones on Jan 2nd, 2013

Because I'm not really certain how else to show 'em, I'll just post them here :P

First off is this one: Twitter.com

Along with his NY special: Twitter.com

That one I particularly like because of the bell tower :D

Report abuse ModDB - The Quest for a better Indie Community

3 comments by Arcones on Dec 18th, 2012

So I just read an article on Polygon, a website dedicated to all things gaming, and they featured our very own Scott and Dave (Intense! and Henley) in the interview. You can read the entire thing here

It's awesome that Polygon did this feature and that ModDB is getting more press. And if you didn't know the backstory of ModDB (I knew some of it, but the article showed me a few things I hadn't known) it's a great read to learn about how ModDB came to be!

If you have the time, I'd recommend reading it :)

Report abuse Minecraft: Updates

2 comments by Arcones on Dec 4th, 2012

I took some time yesterday to research some VPN programs that were better than Hamachi. My goal was to find one that allowed more than 5 people to join a Virtual Private Network (VPN) at one time. (lets put it this way, those who commented on my Minecraft picture who wanted to play equaled 5 in total. That means there's automatically one person who's bumped from playing)

What I came up with was Evolve. I edited my last blog post with some of this info but I decided it'd just be easier to make a new blog post. Why not Tunngle? you may ask. Why not? Because Tunngle doesn't seem to want to work across oceans. Simple as that. Saber and I tried to get it to work, but it didn't. Plus, the UI is incredibly busy, not clear at all. It's the opposite for Evolve.

Evolve is a VPN that allows a rather large number of users to join together, much like Hamachi, but the difference is Evolve does not have a player limit (at least, so far as the game and/or Evolve itself is concerned). The current party that I created allowed 15 people to join my Minecraft world.

I would recommend downloading it immediately: Evolvehq.com

Click on the red button that says, "Start Playing with Evolve!". That will have you set up an account. From there, you'll be transported to your profile. Near the top right is a download button. Get that download running and so long as you've confirmed your registration, you're good to go. Seriously, that's all there is. 

Add me as a friend and you can join my server by simply jumping into the party I created. Saber, Cork and I already tested it out and it works well, better than Tunngle due to the fact that we could actually connect with one another. 

Hope to see the ModDB Mercenaries building some pretty epic stuff soon!

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22 comments by Arcones on Dec 2nd, 2012

So I didn't expect that type of a response when I posted my picture "Secret Project"! I'm quite glad it did get that response though. Gaming is always more fun when you have friends to play with. Saber and I have been using Hamachi which works well (Tunngle doesn't) and we've had 5 people including me work on that map. It's coming along well and having more people would definitely speed up the process.

So there's that and there is also survival mode. I've already played through it with friends during a marathon so I'm kinda survivaled out, if you will, so that's why I'm playing in Creative. I wouldn't mind setting up a server however (because anyone can host one if they have the .exe) which we could all play on.

Just some thoughts. If you have ideas, leave 'em down below so we can discuss times to play and what we want to do :)

EDIT *IMPORTANT*: I found a service that allows pretty much an unlimited amount of players. Also, the UI is very clean and the whole app is easy to navigate. www.evolvehq.com

Cork and I have already tried it and it works really well. Currently I have the party open for up to 15 people. If you have time right now and want to join, either respond here or send me a PM with your username for Evolve. I'll add you to the party and you can Minecraft :D

Report abuse Arcones' Blog: Life, Streaming, Moving

11 comments by Arcones on Nov 20th, 2012


Well it's been quite a while since I managed to post one of these things. A lot of that has been due to the fact that life got busy, really fast, and the other part is my patent laziness. Now that I am actually sitting down to write this however, I always wonder why I'm so reluctant to write.

First off, I just want to say that my family and I moved two weeks ago almost on the day. It's was an incredibly busy time be we've managed to get settled in. It's roughly 30-45 minutes from our old home, but it varies depending on traffic. I enjoy it and here's a pic of my and my brother's workspace:
Workspace

So we are up and running for sure now and on top of that I've managed to start my own Twitch.tv account with a friends assistance. This means I'll be streaming whatever games I'm playing, when I'm playing for longer than ten minutes (sarcasm, don't worry, I'll probably end up playing for a while). If you want, take a few seconds and follow me so that you can be notified if I stream! I'd greatly appreciate it and would love to interact with you guys an a more personal basis!

Also, this Friday starting early in the morning (probably UTC - 5) myeslf and several friends are going to be attempting to beat Minecraft in one day and streaming the attempt (I may do a personal stream of what my screen is and there might be one of the entire room, not sure), so it'll be 9 A.M. when we start. We plan on going the entire day if it takes us that long so you can come by and check us out! It'll be on my stream and in my Friends section on Twitch you can find where the other stream will be. 

As for the rest, it's really all a bunch of wip's. School is going well, the house is looking good and the holidays are coming up. For those of us in the U.S. who celebrate Thanksgiving, enjoy your time off! For the rest of you all, happy holidays (they are coming quite quickly aren't they?).

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Report abuse Short Story - NaNoWriMo Novel Excerpt

19 comments by Arcones on Nov 1st, 2012


Chapter One - Strange Beginnings

 It seemed like a typical tavern, not much rowdier than the majority of taverns I had stayed at in the  past. Drunken commoners and not so drunk merchants mostly filled the room, barmaids whisking  between tables, catering to the needs of the customers. It was loud too, but even that would have  been tolerable if not for the pair of distressingly horrendous guitar players near the fireplace. It was  worse than a baby crying. All in all, it would have been a typical tavern.
 What made this one different however, was the woman in the corner trying hard not to be noticed while she peeked carefully from beneath her cloak’s hood. I grunted. Unless I missed my guess entirely, she was young and trying hard to remain incognito. And she was failing completely. For starters, sitting alone in the darkest part of the room usually made people believe you meant business, not that you didn’t want any. Second, she had her hood up. Inside, in a bright room. I sighed. You couldn’t get much more obvious than that. He was wrong.
The cloaked woman stood and trying to look innocent as could be with a hood that screamed, “I don’t want anyone to know I’m here!”, she walked over to my table and sat down. I took a drink from my mug before acknowledging her with a hard glance. The woman merely stared at me. Despite my desire to be alone that evening, I was impressed. Usually that glance galvanized even the most desperate cutpurse to avoid me. I took another drink, but didn’t glance at the lady again. If she wanted my attention, she would have to gain it. Taking another long draw from my mug, I leaned back into my chair. Despite myself, I could not help thinking about what she wanted. True, I was a mercenary for hire, evident by the badge I wore and the sword at my left hip, but usually it was men who required my services in protecting their traveling goods. And I had done a good job of it until my last employer. I winced inwardly. Reputation was a large part of being a successful mercenary and I had built a very credible one, but having the goods you were supposed to guard be stolen from under your nose (at an inn of all places!) was quite a blow, no matter your prestige.
Which explains why I was attempting to ignore the woman who was still staring at me. All that I wanted was some peace in quiet while I drowned my failure in my drink. Something told me that I wouldn’t get rid of her until I heard her out. I sighed irritably before turning to my table’s other occupant. From long experience I knew that she would speak first. Any mercenary worth their salt never spoke first; it meant you were desperate.
Several long minutes stretched on before the woman opposite of me stirred, as if from thought and spoke quietly. “I have need of your services.” She paused momentarily before continuing. “I need protection from... some unsavory characters. All that I require is your security from here to the capital.” Up until that point, I had appreciated her bluntness. Now I was wondering whether I should walk away immediately or hear her out. The capital? Fate! Who was she running from that she needed protection in the capital?
The woman continued just as softly as before. “I have the coin to pay well, and can deliver more upon arrival at the capital. If you have any questions, ask now so that you know what you are stepping into.” Fate, the woman was acting as if this was already a done deal! To gain a few more seconds, I chugged the last of my ale. Placing my mug down, I peered towards the darkness of the hood. “What makes you think I’m going to go so willingly when you haven’t told me your name, who you’re running from, what I’m up against nor how much you’ll pay me?” I inquired, acting bored as though I had done this dozens of times. Truthfully though, I had.
For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of a smile but that could have been the ale. “I have heard from a reliable source that you recently lost a shipment of goods you were hired to guard. Reputation is lost so easily in the mercenary business, so I hear. An easy job might just do the trick to boost your standing once more.” Inwardly I seethed angrily while outside I maintained a calm facade. How in all of Correndor did she know that? To be sure, word of my failure would eventually get out and I would be avoided like a leper until I fixed my reputation, but I had only lost that cargo yesterday! On the other hand, the woman was right, I did need a soft job to get me back on my feet.
The lady smiled for sure this time and answered, “I have three hundred golden marks before we start and twice that if you get me safely to the capital.” I was suddenly glad for the many years of practice of schooling my face to show no emotion whatsoever. Inside I mentally calculated the amount of gold she would be handing to me. My average employer usually paid over fifty golden marks depending on how much cargo he required watching. Several of my wealthier clients had sometimes paid one hundred and fifty marks for personally delivering a package, but I had never received any payment over two hundred marks. Yet even if I had enough money to live well enough for a while before getting another job, this woman had maneuvered me exactly where she needed me.
I gave my mug to a passing barmaid and flipped her a silver coin. She smiled quickly before moving on, but my attention was on my companion once more. The woman retained her little, knowing smile and inwardly I growled at being so deftly manipulated to do exactly what she wanted. Outwardly I nodded, saying, “I accept your offer. Do you wish to leave in the morning?”
“Before dawn preferably. I am anxious to maintain a steady lead on my pursuers.”
“Of course,” I replied, frowning at the table top. “You still have not told me who is pursuing you.”
“Suffice to say, I angered some powerful people who are now avidly looking for my head on a pike.”
Fate, the way she said that made it sound commonplace. This time I didn’t hide my growl in answering as I stood. “You may not think it prudent to tell your guard who is after you, but I shall know, sooner or later. You would be incredibly foolish to not inform me of everything I may need to know. It may save your life one of these days.” The woman merely looked at me. “I am going to pack and ready for tomorrow, I would suggest you do the same.” Suiting my words, I turned to leave, but the cloaked woman’s voice stopped me, making her next words sound like a favor. “You may call me Ada.” At least she had the decency to tell me her name, no matter how arrogant she sounded. “Jacob,” I replied through gritted teeth and wound my way to the stairs before I exploded. Somehow she had managed to wedge herself so deeply beneath my skin in so short a time that I did not know whether to be angry or impressed.

I had conditioned myself over the years to awaken at whatever time I set my mind on, allowing me to be down in the stables the next morning, an hour before dawn. I stiffened however, as I saw Ada calming saddling her black horse. Somehow she had managed to be completely ready and in the stable while I had only just brought my saddlebags down from my room. Her face was calm except for a small upturn of her lips. Fate she was smug! Unfortunately that did nothing for my already weary mood. I had spent most of the night packing and puzzling over my employer’s unique request and situation. Rare was it that anyone hired a mercenary for personal protection. Despite our skills, most mercenaries were rarely seen much better than hired toughs. That was why reputation was important in our trade. Respect brought you employment, and employment brought you the coin you needed to live until the next job. Most mercenaries did not accept personal assignments mainly because of the opportunity of failure. Not meeting an employer’s expectations was bad enough with it being a personal protection assignment where your employer gets killed or wounded badly enough to utterly ruin your livelihood. No, mercenaries generally stayed as far away from personal jobs as possible, unless they were desperate. Which sadly I was.
I moved forward from where I had stopped in the doorway and did my best not to look too peeved at being showed up as the tardy one. I didn’t manage that as well as I would have like, judging by the way I roughly saddled my own brown horse.
Swinging into the saddle, I joined my employer at the entrance to the stable. Saddled as well, Ada pointed to the east. “I know very well in which direction Idonia capital of Correndor lies,” I growled savagely. “Let us stop wasting time and move before your precious hunters come asking for you.” That focused her, if only slightly.
“Very well,” murmured Ada, “Let us be going then.”
In answer I slapped my reins, my brown mare Rearth surging forward, hoofs clapping loudly on the paved road. From the sound behind me, Ada had started as well. She would keep up if she knew what was good for her.
Very few people were about this morning, yet two riders riding fast through the town was not noticed as much as might be expected. People did odd things for odd reasons all the time. Most people just never pay attention long enough to ask why.
Darkness swiftly became grey as Ada and I left the town behind, her black horse keeping pace with my mare as we left the cobblestone streets behind and rode onto the solid dirt roads that pervaded much of Correndor. The open fields on either side of us held farmers land, and breeding ground for many of the common meats. Ahead of us, the sun rose, gloriously golden in it’s blazing light. A rooster crowed somewhere near as we sped over the land. It was roughly one hundred and ten leagues to Idonia from the town where I had been staying. Inside however, I knew it was going to feel much longer than one hundred and ten leagues.

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