We Love Katamari

Yes. We do. We love it. Whatever it is. It's possibly because of the King's magnificent chin. We want to stroke it.

Or possibly because it was going cheap on Amazon, and it was my birthday, and I felt like something different to play. And it's a wonderful game. A weird little guy (or one of his numerous cousins, for some reason) must roll a little ball around. And stuff sticks to it. Pencils and biscuits and small toys. And then it gets bigger. And bigger things stick to it. So you end up rolling it outside and rolling up small puppies and buckets and children. And so on. Elephants and cars. And small houses. And bigger houses. And the Eiffel tower. And Godzilla. And ships. And small islands. And bigger things.

Until eventually you roll up countries. And planets. And the sun.

The game has nothing remotely approaching a sensible plot, but it doesn't need one. It's cute. And silly. And far too much fun. And has some of the most annoying, catchy and wonderful music in a game. Ever.

But still makes no sense at all. As if that's any sort of problem. It's fun watching people run off screaming as a giant ball made out of all sorts of crap comes rolling towards them. And once you finish it (which isn't hard), you want to keep playing. Just make the Katamari a little bit bigger. Ok, maybe I can do better than that. Oh dear, is it tomorrow now?