Dima Link

  The necromancer sat at the very top of his stone tower. The sky outside was dark, filled with thick, heavy clouds. Only he could discern the nuances within them—shades of black, gray, and dark blue. Or so he believed. He sat on the fourth floor of his four-story tower. The room was quite spacious; it consisted simply of a single chamber and a staircase for ascending or descending. Each room had a window—just large enough to gaze out of.

  The season at the country house is over; October is here. I have no plans to go there right now, so I have time to focus on my indoor garden. It consists of daisies and purslane. They’re growing quite well and seem happy! There are about 40 purslane plants and 10 daisies. Each one grows in its own little cup or container. Then there’s the "cross-garden"—a mixed arrangement. It’s a large container where each plant has its own spot; there are about 3 purslane plants and 3 daisies growing there.

  The band has a great name—that was the first thing that caught my attention. They have such a variety of songs. I’ve heard noise rock from them, or dark, gothic-style tracks—not literally gothic, but in that vein. Or just great rock—radio-friendly stuff, pop-rock, or just noisy rock. Songs about all sorts of things. That’s how I discovered the band.

  It’s a little program about a little star. A yellow one in the sky—the kind you see in cartoons. A happy one. Or a purple one; the background is purple. It’s another list-based program—this time, for your good deeds. Your little successes. It’s simply so you can look at the list of good things you’ve done and feel happy—to see what a great job you’ve done. It’s a themed list, visually speaking, though of course, you could record anything you like.

  My little brother and I are playing Terraria! It’s the most playable game I’ve picked up in years. And I’m playing it with my brother—online! We run around, laugh, and build houses. We dive into dungeons and complete events. It’s such a cool sandbox game—just digging around in the sand. We’ve hit the 50-hour mark, then 55, and now we’re up to 60 hours of playtime. That’s a record for me.

  Summer is over, but life at the countryside goes on. September is drawing to a close, too—this is the last weekend of the month. We got lucky with the weather—really lucky, actually. It was warm; for part of the day, I could even run around in shorts. But only for part of the day; it did get colder later on. The sky looked just like summer, and it was sunny. Clouds did cover the whole sky eventually, but that was later; the morning was excellent.