Unfortunately . . .

My family is going on an internet fast, so unfortunately I may not be able to blog for another month or so. I might try to blog sometime when I'm at the library or at a friend's house, but most likely I'd just update my FaceBook or check my e-mail and all that crap.

Anyway, hopefully I'll see you soon!

~Reuben/Arkatox~

An Untitled Story

An Untitled Story is an exploration platformer game developed by Matt Thorson. It was released in 2007, and it took over two years to make. It has a very large world, with many areas and bosses.

The story of An Untitled Story, in that way similar to the stories of several games in the Metroid series, is very subtle. The game's main function is exploration, and it is full of adventure.

You start out as an egg in a nest, with no recollection of who, what, or where you are. Eventually you hatch and start out on a long adventure. In the end the trail is extremely long, hard . . . and fun!

This has for several years now been one of the best games I have ever played. It's long enough to occupy your time for quite awhile, and it's free!

==Pros==
-Great programming
-Massive world
-Varying difficulties
-Extremely fun
-One of the best games I've ever played

==Cons==
-Can get way too hard (if you don't choose the easiest difficulty)
-Music isn't perfect (but it's still fitting)

Download An Untitled Story (direct, .zip file, 19.4 MB)
Official Download Page
Creator's Website

~Reuben/Arkatox~

New Erin Healy Sweepstakes!

Grand Prize
-Kindle 3G Wireless Reading Device, Wi-Fi+3G, 6"

-Display, Graphite – Latest Generation (works globally)

-Black leather case included

-Be the first recipient to have a copy of The Promises She Keeps, by Erin Healy, preloaded

-Also included, preloaded with Erin’s three released titles:
Kiss
Burn
Never Let You Go

2nd Prize
-3 second place winners will receive a second place prize of a $50.00 gift certificate to the Christian bookstore of their choosing

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-3 third place winners will receive a copy of Never Let You Go, by Erin Healy, signed to the person of their choosing

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I officially need to step out of the sweepstakes, because I'm not 18. >.< I wish I could enter, considering Erin Healy is one of my favorite authors. If I do enter, unfortunately I'd have to lie about my age. :( Maybe I'll get my brother to enter.

Anyway, Enter the Sweepstakes!

~Reuben/Arkatox~

Immanuel's Veins

Do you like action? Adventure? Romance? Supernaturalism? Awesomeness? Immanuel's Veins by Ted Dekker has a perfect blend of everything, and to top it all, it's historical fiction (one of my personal favorite genres).

It's a story of love, and a story of hate. The story follows a Russian warrior named Toma Nicolescu in 1772, AD, who works specifically for Catherine the Great, empress of Russia. Toma was assigned with his best friend to guard and protect the royal family of Moldavia, but not everything goes as plan. Strange occurrences happen, and Toma is suddenly thrown into the impossible world of the supernatural. Things happen that shouldn't, people die and come back to life, and he's stuck in the middle of it all. He will have to put his soul to the test if he is to defeat the evil and save those whom he loves.

This is a story of heroism, betrayal, and sacrifice. I know I said something similar about an earlier review, The Silver Branch (by Rosemary Sutcliff), but this time I mean it in a stronger way. This book grabs your soul and shakes it, and in the end it helps you remember just how powerful and awesome our God is.

But I must warn you, this book is officially rated PG-13 by the author. I would not exactly call it family friendly. As has been said of this book:

This book is for everyone, but not everyone is for this book.

If you love supernatural stories that rattle the soul, but still shows us the greatness of God, I'd recommend this novel. It is one of the best books I have read in my life.

~Reuben/Arkatox~

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!

Tower of Heaven

Tower of Heaven is a 2D platformer freeware game for the PC. In 2009, it won the award for being in the top ten independent games of the year on IndieGames.com. The main character is at the bottom of a giant tower that only a being such as God could have designed. Whoever this being is, they seem pretty impatient.

The being keeps giving new rules to the player to play by, and some of them aren't very fun. But that fact makes the game itself funner. You have far too many disabilities by the end, but that just makes the game more awesome.

==Pros==
-Great programming
-Great, original idea
-Changing rules
-Extremely fun
-Totally awesome music

==Cons==
-Too short
-Pretty darn hard
-There's a powerful being claiming to be God, who's clearly not

I'd recommend this game if you're good at 2D platformers. It's an awesome game, and worth the time.

Play Tower of Heaven Online
Download Tower of Heaven

~Reuben/Arkatox~

New x86cam Trailer!

This was a remake, made by x86cam. I still like mine though. :D

You can view the trailer Here.

http://www.x86cam.com/
http://www.x86cam.com/forum/
http://www.youtube.com/x86tutorials/
http://www.twitter.com/x86cam


~Reuben/Arkatox

New Design

You probably wouldn't notice unless you saw the two side-by-side, but this blog now has a new background. It wasn't hard to make. ;)

~Reuben/Arkatox~

X86Cam.com

I'm sorry, but I'm on an advertising spree right now. This is a video teaser I made for my friend's new website. There are practically no members other than the staff, so we need to start advertising or something. I know, the video is kinda bland, but I made it because I was bored.




X86Cam:
http://www.x86cam.com/
http://www.x86cam.com/forum/
http://www.youtube.com/x86tutorials/
http://www.twitter.com/x86cam

Music by Positively Dark:
http://www.entropymusic.com/

~Reuben/Arkatox

FaMoTrailers

FaMoTrailers is a new blog that I created for fake/parody trailers of movies, TV series, and video games. Since for some reason I sometimes can't wait, I made five posts in the first few hours.

Anyway, if you know of any awesome fan trailers for things, send me a link at reubj96@hotmail.com!



Have a nice day!

~Reuben/Arkatox~

I Found It!

I found the Station of Bridge Between!

Today I went to Naperville, IL to visit my brother at college. I had a great time, got to meet a few of his friends, and overall enjoyed the visit. The return trip wasn't so great, though, since the train took over an hour more than it was supposed to, to get to our destination.

But at the depot before we left, there was an underground tunnel that led from one side of the track to the other (like in case there was a train stopped and you couldn't get to the other side). As we were going through it, my mom remarked that it looked similar to the tunnel in 'that story' that I wrote.

I was like, OH GOSH, and a bit later (since it was about 30 minutes before the train even got there), I came back with my DSi and took a few photos.

This does actually really resemble Bridge Between. It's a little too bright, though. But it's just awesome that I found something that resembled that place in my mind so much. The place in my mind/story was quite different, but I think this is as close as we can get in our realm:

Naperville, Illinois

For those who haven't read, here is my story: The Station of Bridge Between

~Reuben/Arkatox~

Ode to Minions - Brawl in the Family

I just found out how to embed videos in my blog, and I'm testing it. This is a song that was written and performed be a very successful webcomic known as Brawl in the Family. The song is about video game minions.

If you don't like video games, you probably won't find this humorous. If you do like video games, you'll probably think this is awesome. Enjoy!



Brawl in the Family's Website

~Reuben/Arkatox~

The Station of Bridge Between

"Very intriguing, very classic but fresh—a contemporary Pilgrim’s Progress."
-Erin Healy, Bestselling Author of Never Let You Go

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I wrote this . . . It might have been back in April '10, but that might have been Unfinished Plans. All I know is that I wrote this several months ago. I didn't publish it on my blog for some reason, even though it was my longest short story yet. I personally like the story, but since it had been a long time since I wrote or revised it, I decided to let a friend of mine go over it first. You can see her quote above.

She pointed out several things that could be better, but overall gave me a good score, so I'm leaving it as it is. As I said last time, "What's done is done, and what's written is written." I think that's becoming my motto. Alright, let's make that official: it is now my motto. ^.^

By the way, except for behind-the-scenes, the title doesn't directly relate to the story. Anyway, enjoy!

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The Station of Bridge Between
By Reuben Horst

He was standing in something that resembled a tunnel. The walls, ceiling and floor were all metal, and the overhead lights were an extremely dim yellow, the type that usually hurts your eyes, but not always. Bright lights appeared at either end of the tunnel, both ends about thirty yards away. Near the center of the tunnel, where the man was standing, was a bench, next to which were a trash can and a pop machine. A newspaper was lying on the ground a couple feet away.

Something about this place made the man feel strange and queasy inside.

He could hear sounds from both directions. From the tunnel exit further away he could hear doctors and nurses in worried voices talking about someone. Was it him? No way to tell from this distance.

From the closer exit, which was only closer by a couple feet, he could hear wonderful music that made him warm inside.

Something about this tunnel just seemed wrong. What was he doing here, anyway?

As the man sat on the bench, an older, dark skinned man with a grey beard and half-bald head walked over and picked up the newspaper and sat down.

The older man turned while still holding the newspaper and said, “Do you know why you are here, Elliot Winters?”

The younger man, Elliot, shook his head.

“My name is Miguel Gonzales,” the man continued. He must be Spanish, from his accent.

Miguel started reading the newspaper that had been on the floor of this very strange tunnel. Elliot sat down and looked over at the paper. It was titled Earth’s Special Events.

As the two men sat there, Elliot started to get thirsty. Not really thirsty, but only kind of. He got up walked to the pop machine and fished in his pockets for cash. To his dismay, he found his pockets empty.

Miguel, upon seeing Elliot being dismayed, and the reason why, fished in his own pocket, took out a coin, and gave it to Elliot.

“Is it enough?” Elliot asked.

Miguel only smiled and mumbled under his breath, “It is for those sodas.”

Elliot turned back to the machine, placed coin in the dispenser, and looked at his options. There weren’t very many, but Elliot didn’t recognize any of the brands: Cool Fame, Spicy Power, Cherry Wealth, Juicy Selfishness, and just plain Truth. Such odd names for sodas.

He looked and Miguel and asked, “Which one should I get? They all look good.”

Miguel took off his glasses and explained, “Cool Fame tastes good to most, and others hate it. Some just don’t really care about it. Spicy Power has a strong taste that nobody can resist unless they try hard. Cherry Wealth is something that people think makes them cool when they drink it. It’s extremely hard to find anymore. Next is Juicy Selfishness? Oh yes, although most people resent the name, they drink it all of the time without thinking. It takes great skill not to. And Truth . . . most people hate Truth. The majority of Earth hates this drink. Of course, it is one of the healthiest drinks that has ever been made.”

Even though a normal person would feel confused by all this, Elliot didn’t. Maybe it was this tunnel.

Well, Elliot thought, he was just thirsty, so he could do with something healthy.

The other drinks looked more tempting than he would think, but he pushed the button for Truth anyway.

Elliot imagined telling his friends that he had drank a pop called Truth, and it was one they’d never heard before. Oh how they’d envy him.

He smiled, thinking how Grant, the flavor king at work, would be constantly probing him for information about the taste.

Elliot’s thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Would he ever get back?

His anger suddenly welled up. What would it matter if he got back? Nobody cared about him. Nobody ever did, except for his wife and daughter.

But his wife was in Egypt last time he knew, which was six months ago, on another of her wild goose chases, and his daughter was in Heaven with some god who cared for her and not him.

He was completely alone in a world full of jerks.

That was when Elliot noticed he was already drinking his soda. So this is what Truth tastes like? It actually tasted amazing. And that was when Elliot noticed that it was Juicy Selfishness that he was drinking, not Truth. When he had pushed the button, both had fallen down.

Elliot immediately threw the Juicy Selfishness away and picked up the Truth. He caught Miguel looking at him intently.

He slowly opened the Truth, put it up to his lips, and drank.

At first he could taste nothing, but then the terrible, bitter flavor hit him like a punch in the face, and the next thing he knew, he was laying on his back.

Alright, he hated Truth now. What had it done to him? He was shaking all over, from head to foot, and his heart was pounding as hard as his mom usually did when she was gave him one of her massacring massages.

He looked up to see Miguel get up and walk away toward the closest end of the tunnel. The one with music. Wait, Miguel was leaving him? No, Miguel couldn’t let him die here, which is what would happen if he didn’t get help. Was he having a heart attack? If he was, it would be an opposite heart attack, which would be himself dying from his heart beating too hard.

Miguel disappeared into the blinding light. Has he really abandoned me?

Elliot noticed the newspaper that Miguel had been reading was now on the floor, next to the bench. He reached out and grabbed it.

At least there was something to read.

As he weakly flipped open the Earth’s Special Events, one of the headlines caught his eye. It was an article with the title Accident on Micah Street.

Funny, he had been driving on Micah Street just that day and he hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Unless . . .

Elliot started reading down the page, and his fears were confirmed.


“A tragedy in Chicago, Illinois has shaken bystanders off their feet. A  semi-truck driver named Clive Woods, 47, collided with the sports car of Elliot Winters, 37, causing massive damage to both vehicles.


"The truck driver was shaken badly; survived without much injury, but Winters was shipped off to Franklin Thomas Hospital for reasons not yet released to the public.


"Stay tuned for more information within the next few days.”

Elliot didn’t bother reading who wrote it. It didn’t matter who wrote it. He was in a hospital, dying. Is in a hospital, dying.

He finally managed to pull himself up onto the bench, putting the can of Truth on the floor.

But when he let go of the can, it stuck to his hand. He tried shaking it off, but it wouldn’t come off. After that he tried every way possible way to get it off his hand, each attempt failing miserably.

When a few minutes had passed, he gave up and went back to reading the newspaper, with the can still stuck to his hand.


Earth’s Special Events was a very unique newspaper. It was full of accidents and deaths.

Eventually he found a page that visited old accidents. That’s where he broke down.


“On June 22, 2004, Jasmine Winters had a very different thirteenth birthday. She got more than a trip to Pizza Hut and a huge party. The car she was in when she was her way back home was hit by the vehicle of a drunken ex-con, killing her and injuring her mother and her best friend.


"This is a sad story, and I cry every time I think about it. Whenever I revisit this accident, it’s hard for me to bear."

Elliot couldn’t read the rest. He was sobbing by the time he got as far as he did. He couldn’t help it. It happened every time he thought of his daughter’s death. Nothing could ever stop him from crying about it.

Minutes passed in the tunnel with him thinking about his daughter and his own impending doom, and then hours.

When Elliot finally looked up, he threw the newspaper across the room and screamed.

The newspaper landed next to the can of Truth, a few feet in front of him.

Wait, hadn’t that can of pop been stuck to his hand?

Elliot looked at his hand, and saw in despair that it was drenched in Truth. The purple liquid dripped down onto the bench.

He looked around for something to dry his hand on, and saw a drinking fountain that he hadn’t noticed before.

He got up and walked to the machine and pulled the little lever. Instantly, purple liquid spurted from the fountain.

Oh great, the drinking fountain was full of Truth.

Elliot looked around in despair. As he was looking, the Truth that drenched his hand fell to the floor in a small puddle, and made its way toward the can.

He watched as the puddle and the can came into contact. At first he could just hear a sizzling noise, but then the can exploded.

Elliot cried out as Truth spewed everywhere, and then came back together into the form of a monster. The frightening Truth beast looked like it came right out of a Square Enix game.

He immediately started sprinting towards the nearest tunnel—the one with music. Unfortunately for him, he hit an invisible wall within a few feet. Bad news, because the purple monster had noticed him and was advancing.

He quickly got into a defensive position, but it was too late. The monster threw itself at him, and he landed on his back, trying as hard as he could to keep his mouth shut.

He slowly and steadily lost the battle against the Truth that was flowing wickedly fast all around and on him, and he screamed.

Immediately Truth filled his mouth and throat and he experienced the worst feeling in his entire life. It felt like he was being skinned alive.

Elliot’s screaming grew louder and louder, torturing his own ears. When he couldn’t scream any more, it came as a relief, but by then his pain was so horrible that he barely noticed.

Finally giving up on trying to breath, Elliot Winters was dying. Very slowly and very painfully.

When darkness was closing in but showing no help with the pain, Elliot felt someone grab his hand and pull him up.

It was Jasmine.

Elliot blinked. His deceased daughter stood before him, looking prettier than she ever had on Earth. She wasn’t smiling, but looking at him intently.

The two embraced each other. Jasmine must have come through the nearby tunnel end, which Elliot finally concluded must be Heaven.

After a few seconds, the Truth monster picked itself up and hurled through the air, hitting Elliot dead on, but Jasmine immediately pulled him out of the creature’s grip again.

The two of them dodged around for a while, avoiding the monster’s attacks, and finally Elliot whispered, “What am I supposed to do?”

Even through the din of the Truth Monster, Jasmine seemed to hear him and replied, “You need to face the Truth, Dad.”

The movements of the advancing creature slowed as they continued.

“How can I face a monster made out of a soda that tortures me?” Elliot cried. Jasmine looked around.

“That is not a soda, Dad,” she said steadily, “But pure, raw truth.”

Realization hit Elliot like a fist. And so did the Truth Monster. Elliot was sent flying backwards against the wall.

“Dad,” Jasmine was screaming over the noise, “You need to face it!”

Elliot got up and whispered, “I need to face the truth. And the truth is that I’m a jerk who doesn’t deserve to live or go to Heaven.”

“No, Dad,” Jasmine screamed again, “The true truth is that you’re not!”

Elliot paused, though his limbs were hurting badly.

“You need to believe, Dad,” his daughter continued. “You need to believe that you are beautiful inside. And you need to believe that God can save you!”

A tear slipped from his eyes. “I don’t know what I believe anymore,” he managed.

At that moment the monster rammed into him, devouring him by any definition. He started screaming as the pain started all over again.


No, no, no, Lord! Help me!

Suddenly the pain started to ease off, though Elliot could still feel the liquid flowing all around him. He saw a light above him, and a man standing in the light.

It was Jesus.

Suddenly Elliot believed. He believed in himself, he believed in his daughter and, most of all, he believed in God.

He jumped up and screamed. Not in pain, but in strength. He could handle the truth now.

Immediately the creature shrieked and withered away, leaving the can behind. All of the Truth around in the tunnel dried up, and nobody would ever be able to tell that it was there in the first place.

Elliot looked and saw that Jasmine had been crying for him while he was engulfed in truth. But suddenly the tears of sadness were replaced with tears of joy as the two ran and really embraced each other this time. Tears poured from his own eyes as he wept for joy at seeing her.

It was almost as if he hadn’t noticed her before. Well yes, he had, but the realization had never hit him that this was, in fact, his daughter who he had lost to an automobile accident six years ago.

Seeing her and seeing Jesus had just turned his world upside-down. Or, more accurately, right side-up.

“I love you,” he cried, hugging her as hard as he could.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she replied, laughing.

Elliot and Jasmine suddenly found themselves at the end of the tunnel that lead back to Earth. At that moment Elliot knew that this meant he had to go back.

He finally pulled back from his daughter, and she let him. She too knew that he had to go.

“It was good to see you again,” she whispered.

Elliot smiled. “Good to see you too,” he whispered back.

With that, he stepped backwards through the tunnel exit, and found himself being flown away in a land full of light. He could still see his daughter waving, and the old man Miguel next to her, nodding his head, and the savior Jesus on the other side, smiling at him.

The next moment he was lying in a hospital bed, looking into the eyes of his wife Sarah.

They blinked at the same time.

“Sarah,” Elliot cried, “You came to see me!”

Sarah shrieked for joy and immediately called for the nurse.

“He’s awake!” She shouted.

The nurse came running in and stared at him, unbelieving.

In the next hour Elliot was told about all of the injuries that he had had in the crash, and how he had just died three hours before he woke up. Evidently some miracle had been performed and somehow he came back to life.


Yeah right, Elliot thought sarcastically.

When Sarah had heard of the accident, she’d raced back to the states as fast as she could to see him.

Elliot sat thinking as he was told all of this. He kept thinking back to his daughter and Jesus. It would be good to see them again. Someday he would, and that thought made him happy.

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This short story actually was inspired by one scene in Deadline, by Randy Alcorn, which happens to be my favorite book ever.

Anyway, feedback please!

~Reuben/Arkatox~

Happy Halloween! (A Day Late)

Click the image above for a humorous Trick-or-Treat video by Christian comedian Tim Hawkins.

Happy Halloween!

~Reuben/Arkatox~