The floors are filled with mouse traps and roach hotels, with their dead carcass copiously spread throughout. The visuals are rendered with a combination of computer graphics and digitized photography, for that authentic feel. Roger’s apartment is, for the lack of a kinder word, a total shithole, crumbling at every corner and infested with any number of vermin. Bad Mojo, on the other hand, is pretty much the polar opposite. Video games have played with the concept of playing a small character in a large world, although usually in a playful context, a la Toy Story. You’ll find other roaches scattering about, and while you can’t directly interact with him, they can help point you in the right direction. The pathways are mostly linear, although given the sense of scale it’s easy to get confused in regards to your bearings. Therefore, most of the game simply involves navigating the overtly dangerous environments. Roaches can’t carry anything, nor communicate, nor wield any weapons – about the only thing it can do is crawl up and around surfaces, and occasionally move very small objects like cigarettes and bottle caps. Your roach is controlled entirely by the keyboard – up to move forward, down to move backwards, right and left to turn.
The concept defies any real kind of genre classification, although in practice it’s probably the closest to a graphic adventure, albeit a heavily atypical one.
To retain his human form, he must journey through his dilapidated apartment to find his unconscious body, which is fairly troublesome given his state as a creepy crawly little bug. Loosely inspired by Franz Kafka’s trippy short novel The Metamorphosis, Bad Mojo tells the story of a young man named Roger Samms, who is transferred into the body of a tiny cockroach by a strange pendant. Bad Mojo is one gloriously screwed up little up game.
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