Da, da, da, da, da... Katamari Damacy. Imagine being serenaded by a Japanese Wayne Newton, while rolling up a ball that gradually grows as it sticks to everything in its path; it starts small and gathers gumdrops, paper clips, erasers, then the ball can pick up plates, yarn, frogs, shoes, and you, the prince player, continue rolling, playing against the clock, and trying to make your Katamari large enough to roll up oil tankers, rainbows, Big Ben, cows, dinosaurs, pedestrians, trees and islands, and on and on.
Please, please say you'll play Katamari with us. We'll come over and share our obsession, then you too will know the elation that comes with rolling up dandelions, reindeer, sumo wrestlers and fruit carts, and the thrill of the race as you grow and grow and GROW. Don't be silly, thinking *what is the point?* There is no point. Remember: A point in every direction is the same as no point at all!
Search your feelings. You know you want to call us...
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