Tony: no problem!

Genuine: What are your future plans for Darksun Games?

Tony: Well, I guess the main thing is that everything I work on goes very slowly. I only work on things once in a while now, being out of school and having to actually take care of my apartment and cook, etc.. slows everything down. So now it's when I get a chance and don't feel like falling asleep! :)

Genuine: How about games? Do you have any plans to work on anything new? Or maybe a sequel to a game you have already made?

Tony: I don't plan on any sequels except The Adventures of Mark Basehore 2. That will never go away. I started it 3 years ago, I'm going to finish it. That will be awesome.
Also, a friend and I may be making a 3D version of TRIUMPH! He's programming in Open GL, so that might happen.
What I'm really hoping works out is a 2D fighting game I'm planning out. AOMB2 is the closest thing I've made to my perfect fighting game dream, but this should be it. This was the whole reason I bought Knp. To someday make a high quality 2D fighting game. I think I can do it.

Genuine: Have you ever worked with any other companies on a game? If not would you ever considered it if someone approached you with an idea that was going to fly?

Tony: No, I don't think I want to commit to something like that. The friend who asked me if I wanted to make a 3D TRIUMPH is someone I've know for years, and went to school with. He is doing all the coding, I just need to do the art and animation

Genuine: Now be honest, how many games do you have on your hard drive that are never going to be released/finished?

Tony: about 17. (including the 7 abandon ware on my site)
Some honorable mentions are:

Super Fighters
Super Fighters: idiots
Super Fighters: Marathon
Crazy Derby
SCAD Fighters

Genuine: Tell me a little bit about your company! How long have you been around? And some of its history!

Tony: Well, I've been in (or aware of) the Community since about 1995/96 I kinda played around with Klik n Play for about a year before I realized how much you could do with it. From that point I began to go online looking for resources and found Silky's.
My first "finished" game was Super Fighters. A funny, slapstick fighting game with dopey characters like: Sclarson, B-Boy Cheezy Chunk & Duce. At this point the only name I had for my "company" was 'Stop and be Jelly Games'. It's a long story.
After that I started production on W.A.R.B.O.T.s, the game that introduced me to the community. It got mixed reviews, but may people liked it, and everyone agreed that it raised the bar on graphics in the community. Darksun finally had a name. At that point I understood I needed to pay more attention to play control. And I knew that I better stick with what I knew best: 2D fighting games. That's when I began to hear about custom platform movements. I knew how terrible the default control was, so the idea sounded great, and after playing a few home made engines that people had made, and seeing the amazing quality, I knew it was time to make a Darksun platform movement. It started with W.A.R.B.O.T.s 2. I finally had an engine I liked, so I transferred that to a game I wanted to make for My best friend: Mark Basehore.
The game was meant to be a birthday present, full of inside jokes and crazy humor that only Mark and a few others would get. That's when The Adventures of Mark Basehore came out. It wasn't played by a huge amount of people, but everyone that did play it agreed, it was the best klik fighting engine online. And I believe it still is.
Somewhere in between all this A friend(the same guy who wants to make the 3D WAR) and I made a game at 3:00 am one day for fun. It was called: The WAR! To us it was a crazy fun addictive game that we liked to play. I had no idea that it would be the basis for my most successful game.
At that time, I had a site and I put the WAR! Up for download. It got ok to poor reactions, and people didn't seem to think much of it so I began the Adventures of Mark Basehore 2. I knew it would be a huge project, but I knew it was something I just had to make. This was to be a little more of a public game, with lots of features that everyone could enjoy, but also be huge enough to be a true tribute to my friend for all he had done for me.(sorry it's taking so freekin long Mark!)
At this time I was finishing up school and I began to make side projects while I worked on AOMB2. first it was Mark Basehore's Super Damage House, which received great reviews and then it was TRIUMPH! WAR 2099.
I could have never know that the community would have loved this game as much as it does. It's the main thing people ask me about and discuss with each other on my board. I really hope AOMB2 gets the same reaction.

Genuine: Do you look at the click community as "losing the good clickers and slipping away?"

Tony: Only when we lose good klik hub sites. Right now, we're doin pretty bad. I can't for the life of me see why sites like Total Klik, Click Café, and Daily Click should be dying every other month.

Genuine: I have played a lot of your games, and I have visited your site many times over the past 2 or 3 years. And I must say that you are not only good at Klicking, but you are great at HTML, GFX, and Drawing… not to mention your sprites. Have you always been good at it? Or like the rest of us did you not really know how, and then just got better? Or have you been taught from a book?

Tony: I've always been good at art. Especially computer art. As for HTML, I always use a program like Front Page, or Ultra Dev. I'm ok at that.

Genuine: Anything you would like to add, such as future news, or anything else?

Tony: Umm.. Watch Time Bandits. It's great.

...

It’s been a frenzied night. I came here on a personal retreat, to get away from it all. Nestled in the mountains and woods of a distant state this property of cabins and lakes was the prime choice for my relaxation-vacation. I think the horror started to accumulate after dinner on Friday. It was a simple environment hosting a simple dinner. That’s a good way to explain the surroundings here, simple. White table-cloths are a nice touch but it’s buffet and plastic salt-n-pepper shakers with bare walls and ruff wood floors that give this place the rustic peace I’ve been longing for. There’s a mass dinner with most everyone present and so I met a few people at my table. Mostly younger than me they were cautiously excited yet hush-hush about something. I took it as the feelings I used to get while at a foreign place with adequate amounts of unknown people. We had a good time chatting and eating, although I was slightly reserved.

Later that evening, after enjoying such menial things such as making my single-bed, stocking my medicine cabinet, putting my clothes up, and reading a bit of the Gideon Bible, I decided on a crisp walk around the sites. Near the northwest edge of cabins I was called by name. At this time it was approaching darkness and so my chemical levels must have jumped. At the opening of a recluse cabin one of the students from dinner called for my attention. He waved me in and I obliged. We proceeded to chat about a few meaningless things having to do with this place of wonder. Then with a desperate look of seriousness on his face he asked if I would look at something. He told me of an evil person with likewise plans. By some means his group of friends joined together to fight and expose this specific force of wickedness found in a secretive group of people led by this same evil man. It’s all hazy now, as it was then, but I do remember some of it with clarity. He told me that they came this weekend with the intent of meeting me and pleaded for my assistance. He showed me some information about webpages and emails and asked if I knew of anyone that could possibly be the owner of such items. This is where my mind began to unravel. My all-time best-friend for life, Tony Lopes, held a few of these accounts but he wasn’t an evil man with goals to somehow wield destructive power unendlessly, but that is who these accounts belonged to. Then he handed me the ‘something’ that he wanted me to look at. He asked me if I knew this person. It was a small scrap of paper with a pencil sketch on it. It was the face of my all-time best-friend Tony Lopes wearing a few years. He looked the blend of himself, as I remember him last in earlier years, and of his older brother Frankie. Inside I freaked out. Outside I was cool. I wasn’t about to tell this person Tony’s personal information and so I told him I didn’t really know anything. I kept the secret to myself and decided to call Tony and talk with him about it at a later date. I left there uneasy and slept in the same condition in which I left.

Saturday started off fine. I woke with a desire to put the night before behind me. I ate breakfast late to avoid those I met and stayed to myself most of the day. I enjoyed lovely walks along the brisk trails on the grounds. I fished and sang as if I were a child again. Yet the horror returned. That evening while walking through the main building after dinner I met some suspect characters. All that follows occurred in only the last few hours yet remains to be the most blurred of my memories. I remember being chased by one particular person out of the shady group. It was as though he wasn’t chasing me with desperation but with a smile, knowing that I was prey that would not get away. The situation was frantic in that building. Lights kept coming on and off and people were falling to the ground in death. Many were shouting, running, and hysterical while this tall, elegantly dressed man with a dark skin-tone paced the hallways. After some time I came to the conclusion that he had something to do with the blackouts. It was as if he caused them somehow. They were localized to his vicinity and captured people detaining them for slaughter. I didn’t understand it and still don’t but I experienced it.

I, too, was in these halls, running. He came around the corner and the lights went out. It was very dark as despair quickly came creeping. I was stuck and couldn’t move but a few feet. It was as thought the blackness held me with a field of force that I could not break. I knew that this was how he killed. He trapped his victims in this forcible darkness and somehow through a slight movement of touch, perhaps, took their lives. I knew this as he came towards me and ducked, quivering with fear. He passed and I was spared. During this time of sick flurry, we as the mice, running lost, continued to run and I encountered him again. The blackout occurred again but this time there was no escape. I was stuck in a small alcove and the darkness kept me there. He came very close, reaching out, as a light came on behind me breaking the spell. I’m not sure how but in someway the light destroys that oppression and I was free to move again. I found myself in a doorway that had just been opened and I followed the safe-light into this room. Here I am now with those I had met earlier. Under persecution and labeled for destruction, as one of the group opposing my all-time best-friend’s plot for destructive power, I now sit in this chamber, trembling, yet safe somehow, due to the backup generator, waiting for what’s to happen next. I sit and journal while I still have light.