Archive for Author: Jeff Day
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Gamera Obscura: Kat’s Run: Zen Nihon K Car Senshuken (Super Famicom)
Columns by Jeff Day on This month's game is Kat's Run: Zen Nihon K Car Senshuken for the Super Famicom. Shuffled out quietly in 1995, it never came out in North America or Europe. Purely a racing title, Kat's Run plays quite similarly to games such as Super Mario Kart and Top Gear.
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Gamera Obscura: Tetsuwan Atom (Famicom)
Columns by Jeff Day on That's right! It's time for another edition of "Gamera Obscura," where we uncover strange and somewhat obscure games. And this month, I have something fun to show you.
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Gamera Obscura: Pac-Boy & Mouse
Columns by Jeff Day on You can barely find any knowledgeable source of information on this game, it's so lost in the bowels of time. But from what I gathered from the awful introduction is that a mouse has been beating up your girlfriend and now you, in your fit of rage, are solely devoted to avenging her by squashing all mice.
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Gamera Obscura: Yume Penguin Monogatari
Columns by Jeff Day on There's this game called "Yume Penguin Monogatari" for the ol' Famicom. Prepared by the almighty Konami, it never made it overseas, and it didn't star any whip-wielding characters. Instead, it stars some of their lesser-known mascots: a penguin named Penta. Perhaps you've seen this guy in Antarctic Adventure or the beloved Parodius series. He's never been much of a major player in the videogame circuit, considering he has no discernible personality. But don't let that fool you: he's all man.
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Gamera Obscura: Wakataka Oozumou: Yume no Kyoudai Taiketsu
Columns by Jeff Day on This month, I present to you Wakataka Oozumou: Yume no Kyoudai Taiketsu for the Super Famicom. Yes, it's Japanese, and thank fucking goodness it stayed over there.
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Gamera Obscura: Popeye: Ijiwaru Majo Sea Hag no Maki
Columns by Jeff Day on Believe it or not, Japan must really like that Popeye character. I just hope that Japanese audiences don't consider Popeye as the embodiment of Western freedom, or else we're going to end up looking like ship-hugging, anchor-loving sea yokels with puffy arms and heroin-addict level spinach infatuations (not to mention the fact that our women all look like coat racks, which is straying farther and farther from the truth every year).
