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Gamespot’s #1 game today is last year’s surprise PlayStation 2 hit, Katamari Damacy; the ranking is achieved by the number of users selecting that product’s page. A testament to the questionable design of the professional, for-pay site includes the problem that Gamespot’s main page on the product, which is a summation of recent activity for the game, offers no immediate clue as to why this game that has been out for half a year is suddenly displacing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, arguably king-of-that-hill since its release.

Scanning for new information, I see that a new screenshot has been added to the gallery. I also see that a user-created FAQ has also been recently uploaded; another source unlikely to push it to number one. Finally I see a tiny, purple “DS” in the corner — a new version has been added! Katamari Damacy will be on the Nintendo DS. Who knows what this means for the multiplayer possibilities, or how the touchscreen will be used?! I sure don’t, because there is nothing about it anywhere else on the page!

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