I appear in a bet, but I am not a guarantee. You might see me in the yard.

Roaming through an endless space, I keep your homeland in its place. Closer, ever faster to me, till all things shall never be. Though massive ye shall never see, through time and space, what can I be?

released in nineteen-ninety, I was too expensive for most to procure. cartridges then cd, neither made it past obscure. arcade or home console, while Japanese in origin, my roots are all Greek.

Streaking through the vast night, a brief visitor with a fiery tail, its icy heart melts under the sun's watchful gaze.

I have a spine, but I do not have a body. I am often seen in someone's hands.