Dima Link

  This is another one-page site, dedicated to the Might and Magic video game series. I used to be a huge fan—I played Might and Magic VI, VII, and VIII, each of which spanned two discs. I tried out various editions; my brother even had a three-disc collector’s version. However, the first five installments remain a mystery to me to this day. While it’s possible to play them using DOSBox, these earlier titles feature much more complex interfaces and gameplay mechanics. As for the ninth installment—I steer clear of that one—and the strange tenth entry from Ubisoft? I leave that alone, too.

  Those were the days. The Necromancer remembers them as if it were yesterday. He sits, lost in thought, reflecting on the past. Before him lies a table, piled high with magical tomes—textbooks, some of which he barely understands himself. He hasn’t quite mastered them yet, but there is plenty of time ahead. A necromancer has thousands of years—an eternity, even—to grasp it all. Ah, what times those were!

  A retrowave-disco queen lost in virtual dreams of eternal life. The track features a danceable rhythm—reminiscent of Eurodance or disco—blended with retrowave and electronic music. It’s accompanied by striking visuals, depicting a world within your heart where eternal life is possible. Let’s explore it together. The cosmic imagery embraces a vaporwave and retrowave aesthetic—a style I absolutely adore! I crave the touch of this virtual visual landscape!

  This is a story-based program—a fairy tale, of sorts. It’s about Alice—much like Alice in Wonderland, but in this version, she’s in a park. It’s not a book, but a computer program built using Visual Basic (specifically, the modern version, VB.NET). It features beautiful, retro-style illustrations reminiscent of the classic Sierra adventure games for the IBM PC, accompanied by a narrative that follows Alice’s journey.

  The most important task right now—truly the priority—is to finish building this tower. It isn’t quite complete yet. Perhaps I should also construct an underground passage? But that would be a long, arduous undertaking. I’d have to wield the pickaxe myself, carving a tunnel through the earth, then lining it with stone. Good heavens, what a massive amount of work that would be!

  A black earthen path—so soft, the kind of soil that’s perfect for plants to grow in after a rain. And a dark forest, with deep green trees stretching high up toward the sky—a sky that looked just as black, or perhaps as dark green, as the branches themselves.