A DMGD (Donsoft Mini Game Division) é um espaço de livres ensaios de pequenos jogos, normalmente feitos para ilustrar conceitos e propor integração extraordinária entre os diferentes atores das áreas de P&A (Produção & Administração), A&D (Artes & Design) e T&D (Tecnologia & Desenvolvimento). Os jogos criados e desenvolvidos podem ser baixados e distribuídos livremente por colecionadores, sugerindo-se o envio como mimo, para quaisquer entusiastas de jogos de curta duração. (As amostras aqui disponíveis são excelentes para aqueles minutos entre a fervida do miojo e a passagem do café.)
"Damn! Someone has made a mess in virology and now the rotten bodies are walking and running around the base, killing some fine people. They are everywhere! Here! It's time to survive. Get yourself together and fight for your life, using fire bullets and... Ok, just fire bullets. It's enough, I guess... Yes. It is. Confirmed. 100%. True. Go on!"
"Holly Skies! A delivery must be made, but in the enemy territory, crowded with suicidal pilots and their deadly flying machines. The year is 1940. There is a world war going on, did you know? Get behind the stick, check out your limited ammo and try not to crash midair or below the sea line: it's an airplane, not a goddamn submarine! Pull up! Hurry up! There is something in those packs that must get past the dangerous waves ahead and below."
"Feel the thrill! Streamlined and nervous race machines are ready to be tamed. The heat, the smell of gas and burned rubber and rivalry... Ah!... Just another day for brave pilots (like you) to prove themselves behind the wheels. Fasten your seatbelt, adjust the mirrors and hit the roads of Corrirama Grand Prix! Vrummmm! Engage the gears and overtake incoming racers, running over tarmac, stone streets, forest mud, desert sand and final bright illuminated tracks that will extend your perceptions beyond human limits. Vrummmmm! Niiiice! But be advised: Always check the fuel consumption and watch out for disloyal hothead opponents, aiming at your car. Otherwise, this epic race will end for good and the final prize will drift away from your hands!"
"After the burning sensation leaves your eyes, looking around, you silently yell: 'What the hell! Where is the wizard?!'. The sticky maze walls of Labimento seems to impose you prison in all directions... But hey, a voice apparently from nowhere says there is an exit, a portal somewhere in the building... You only have to find it and... 'What? Another maze? A maze inside a maze?' 'Yeah', the voice says, 'Seven inner stages, with deadly security Cartesian ghosts wandering around.' You start to run for your life, left and right, and the voice once again explain your dreary situation: 'Get me some bright elemental magical keys... I will try to send you back to your strange magical world...'"
"As the sun sets over the golden sands of the desert, threatening shadows bring the unmistakable noise of enemy tanks! Protecting yourself amidst the ruins of previous battles, you command the tank model TTTx to roll, ready to blow up anyone who approaches it. Visibility is terrible, and proximity sensors will be decisive for the next moments. Where are those devilish bastards? There? There? In the heat of risky commanding decisions your pilot and loader passed out, knocked for good: What the hell! Now you have to drive, fire and reload the damned tank yourself! Well... Whatever! Come on! Come on! Bring it on!"