The board is a real DOS program, not a web chat. A 1986-style terminal that speaks IPX — the same wire OWL FLY II flies on, tunneled through WebSocket — so a DOSBox in your browser, a real machine on a real LAN and the OWLOS regulars all end up on one board. Nothing to install, no account: type a handle, press ▶, you are on the wire. It is also the honest proof the network layer works: if the chat carries your line, the multiplayer sky will carry your jet.
The successor, on the wire: one shared sky over IPX-through-WebSocket, and no menu — you arrive watching the war through an orbit camera, and Enter takes a jet, stopped on your own runway. An F-15 SE II cockpit with NATO-shape radar, three MFD pages, recorded sound through one DMA ring, and nameplates over every human in view.
The third generation opens with SELECT VIDEO SYSTEM: the same war, flown the way 1988 saw it. CGA in the classic cyan/magenta, EGA in sixteen curated colours up to 640x350, VGA up to 640x480 — and a separate Hercules edition, 720x348 monochrome, dithered by density. The cockpit on every retro card is its own drawn artwork, baked offline, and the menu quizzes the machine before offering: a card the hardware has not got refuses the key.
The combat flight simulator: a procedural island, a destructible city, two air forces of five aircraft types across a jagged front line, homing missiles, a photo cockpit with a working radar, and a real jet engine in one Sound Blaster channel. Fly, owl!
The 1986-style original that started it all: a wireframe night-flight over a procedural megacity. One source file, hidden lines by the painter's algorithm, banking turns. The ancestor.
Take off, fly the pattern, grease the landing. A real airfield - numbered runway, taxiway, hangars, a control tower in obstruction stripes, a spinning radar - and a flight model that knows VR, the stall and the ground cushion. Every 3-D model rides the Blender → OBJ → 8086 precompiler pipeline.
The 1986 bulletin board, and the smallest honest network program here: a real DOS terminal that hands its lines to the IPX driver and prints what comes back. Tunneled through WebSocket, so your browser, a real machine on a real LAN and the OWLOS bots share one board. Nothing to install, no account — and it is the same wire OWL FLY II flies on.
All five aircraft with ROM-font spec sheets. Up/Down to cycle, arrows to spin, Space blows one apart - and the painter's sort keeps ordering the debris.
Diamond-Square on a torus, seeded by the clock: any key mints a fresh island. The generator the games fly over - and the one that taught us two number-theory lessons.
A flying instrument panel with no world attached: artificial horizon, tapes with the red stall line, a compass, a toy flight model. Arrows are the stick.
A particle laboratory: fire ages into spinning polygonal smoke puffs under buoyancy, drag, vortex and turbulence. Physics and render run on separate clocks - W/S scales physics, +/- sets the particle count, the readout shows both rates live. Orbit with the arrows, tune, discuss.
Lesson 2, with the workbench attached. Type MAKE and flat assembler — running in the same browser tab — turns three sources into three programs. Then look at what you made: eighteen bytes, all of them on one line, no header at all. Change five of them and it prints something else, while the source still says the old thing. Nothing is installed, nothing is downloaded, and reloading the page gives you a clean machine.
Lesson 3, and the first graphics written by hand. A dot, then every colour the machine has — which comes out slanted, and the slant is the proof that a screen is one long row of bytes and not a grid. Then a clear, two lines that cost wildly different amounts, a square drawn on top of them that removes nothing, and two hundred more. Type MAKE, then change a number and type it again.