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Day 4: Bad Mojo Redux



Ackkkkk!!! Bad Mojo Redux -- What a creepy game! A very different adventure gaming experience for me anyway.

So you start off as Roger Samms, like Gregor Samsa, get it? This weirdo with his bowlcut hair lives in a dingy little apartment above Eddie's Bar. He seems to have stumbled across quite a bit of money and is ready to start the good life and get out of dodge. Only before doing so, he tries to pack up his mother's strange locket, and all of a sudden he's been zapped into a cockroach. Yuck!

Your objective is to maneuver poor Roger through different hazards to get to the bottom of what happened to him. The game is in third-person, and the only controls you have are your arrow keys to move roach Roger. I don't know if you'll be using any inventory yet.

So far, I'm thoroughly squicked out by the game. But intrigued.

Comments

Mike said…
I hope this game doesn't turn you into a cockroach apologist!
nelliegamer said…
Well, Mr. Mcgogo (if I can call you that), I can tell you that I am not now, nor will I ever be a roach apologist.

Thank you.

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