Videogame Review, Katamari Damacy Reroll for the Nintendo Switch
I can’t understand this game. That’s not my business, since there’s language here in this game I don’t speak. You’ll hear songs with language you probably don’t understand either. So, don’t just accept something you don’t understand. It’s a poor reading skill. A program with this kind of fiction is like the story of a flying spaghetti monster. You know: creation, rainbow, and some awkward musical routine. Gamers “control” a ball from various courses each and head into the picture of a mess behind the cosmos. Basically, and to put it justly, the flying spaghetti monster (or “king”) gets so many tastes until he really throws up stars and lights of color. Confusion is founded here. Accepting the invitation without regret would be an act of illiteracy. Yes, a sweet-sounding song plays, but you’ll have to understand the words (if the singer has them) in order to be justified in accepting the invitation. Even the king will give cynical remarks like “that looks boring” or “bite-size prince”. Don’t let the graphics fool you until there’s no realization for a vacuum in feeling. A guitar begins to play under closed eyes. Some random character will have a long, pointed nose on a TV set indicating an unknowing force of conflict and “royal” desperation. We can’t look at this game and say there’s ancient wisdom left behind; if anything, the program is about lack of control, missing links into execution, and wild styles of fascination for astronomy. Call it nuts, call it rampant. Finding lower keys becomes a task upon desperation while mysterious tunes rock the world. Of course, my discovery of chance only leads me to ignorance within hope. Dreams are melting in the hungry king. He covers up light and sheds darkness on due failure to communicate. I can’t reject the game; I can’t accept the game. Foreign affairs are readily apparent. (You don’t believe me, right? Then give me English for a Japanese song and tell me what it says. If not, we can’t say we’re reading it.) Lights and camera fill the action near bugs and errors disguised as lavenders and charms. When I consider the game, there’s enough ignorance for me to withhold mystery in shame and lack of correspondence. Think of the game as less of an educational source and more like a vanity. Colors transform into flavors according to whim and fancy. A glittering cape makes the day grow bright. Magic happens, dreams enter exercise- yet, there’s an unknowing force that prevents me from rejecting or accepting. What we have here is something more like an object for derision and visual exaggeration. Does God have homework? Well, not the king, but the prince does. Earth cuts both paths. Light un-does, darkness un-stops. It’s a tree against glowing matter of disgust and frustration upon the cartoonish kingdom. Maybe I have some nice things to say for this game; however, let’s not bring this notice to pretending literacy. Obviously it takes a great deal of skill and genius to even come to reflection of foreign language and border patrol. You cross into the heavens and put your stuff along the edge of nightshades. Problem is, with all that mystery, what are you going to do about it? A bias occurs. That’s because lost records are made in constant fancy of a glowing mark of feedback between acceptance and rejection. I don’t speak Japanese that well. Accepting everything that comes my way would make me a laughing stock to anyone, including a foreigner. To put it quite simply, Katamari Damacy Reroll is a laughing stock. It’s too bad. Reviewers should’ve understood what they were getting into instead of just giving an approving nod for the game and saying, “Oh, the controls are good. It looks good.” I may not speak enough Japanese to really give a grade, but at least I know when to step back and leave it alone.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Katamari-Damacy-Reroll-Nintendo-Switch-872082306
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