


Every number is a warning. Every block might bite back.
Digwick squeezes the tension of minesweeper, the loot hunger of a dungeon crawler and the base-defense nerves of an RTS into one tiny isometric world, built for one thumb.
READ THE NUMBERS Mine the frontier block by block. The numbers tell you how many monsters hide around you. Dig smart, or dig up trouble.
NEVER LET THE FIRE GO OUT By day the map is yours. At night, darkness rules: place torches, work in the light, and defend your campfire. Monsters spawn in the dark and march on everything you built. If the fire dies, the run is over.
CRAFT YOUR WAY UP Grass to fiber, dirt to torches, stone to steel. Craft pickaxes, swords, chests and scaffolds; raise a workbench, a forge, a watchtower. Every building matters, and everything you build can be attacked.
DESCEND THE DEPTHS Somewhere on every map, glowing stairs lead down. Underground it is always dark, the ores are richer, the monsters are meaner, and there is always another floor.
"I attacked the campfire. The campfire won." - a Skeleton "Finally, a game where the numbers mean me." - a Slime
Made by one dreamer in Hungary. Thank you for helping this game grow big.

Every number is a warning. Every block might bite back.
Digwick squeezes the tension of minesweeper, the loot hunger of a dungeon crawler and the base-defense nerves of an RTS into one tiny isometric world, built for one thumb.
READ THE NUMBERS Mine the frontier block by block. The numbers tell you how many monsters hide around you. Dig smart, or dig up trouble.
NEVER LET THE FIRE GO OUT By day the map is yours. At night, darkness rules: place torches, work in the light, and defend your campfire. Monsters spawn in the dark and march on everything you built. If the fire dies, the run is over.
CRAFT YOUR WAY UP Grass to fiber, dirt to torches, stone to steel. Craft pickaxes, swords, chests and scaffolds; raise a workbench, a forge, a watchtower. Every building matters, and everything you build can be attacked.
DESCEND THE DEPTHS Somewhere on every map, glowing stairs lead down. Underground it is always dark, the ores are richer, the monsters are meaner, and there is always another floor.
"I attacked the campfire. The campfire won." - a Skeleton "Finally, a game where the numbers mean me." - a Slime
Made by one dreamer in Hungary. Thank you for helping this game grow big.