“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
Plain text: Please read this story of a man accidentally discovering his wife is the world’s best Tetris player. End plain text
22 February 2021 // took a short walk to the zoology building to watch the film crew of ‘tetris’ at work! only slightly off putting that my uni is being used as a USSR location 
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
/end id]
TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
Tetris titans, it’s time to leggings up this Winter. These colorful, polyester Tetris inspired leggings come from Rose Gal ($23.30 on sale) are a cheaper alternative to the retired Retro Gamer LeggingsfromBlack Milk Clothing.
While Black Milk dominates the market with the Nylon Wars, it’s nice to see cheaper alternatives for gamers such as these Pac-Mandress,Tetris dress and Pac-Man leggings from UrbanOG.
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
/end id]
TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
hey. so, worst au. worst au. eliot, who works for damien moreau, do you really think i do anything moreau doesn’t tell me to do etc. is he still flirting with random women they meet on cons etc or is that entire part of him just like. completely surgically removed and used only for grifting. is he still dating. like, cooking for the team, hanging out with the team, that’s just means to an end. he’s doing it to make them Like him and Trust him and want him Around. doing the aw shucks charming southern boy routine on jobs is about getting something for the job. but. hey
hey does worst!au eliot have any kind of actual social life or is he literally just…doing jobs with the team, debriefing with moreau, getting orders, being flown out to somewhere to do something awful between cons, watching hockey fights alone in the dark in his apartment,
twenty-five things eliot does when he doesn’t have an explicit order
working out
icing his sore muscles
meal prep
cleaning the blood out of his clothes
checking if his phone is charged, and his backup phone, and his backup batteries
buying new clothes
searching the internet for clips of new gun releases, listening to them on repeat until he has it memorized
gardening
making his rounds, checking every egress
making his rounds, checking the last know whereabouts of the crew except parker
checking their egresses
checking after parker requires its own point, because she thinks it’s a game; it keeps getting harder and harder to track her
sitting, sometimes, staring at his phone, body aching and needing more than over-the-counter shit but refusing
learning how to play wow, really trying, thinking maybe he can monitor hardison’s online activity that way in case, maybe, hardison’s doing something there too?
laying down, sometimes, his phone charging right beside him, breathing through the pain
going through the names or at least the details that stuck when moreau just pointed him a direction and said shoot
calling his contacts to have inane conversations, making sure they know he’s active and therefore they should still be afraid
watching the home shopping channel—their shallowness and greed comfort him
jogging
walking dogs for the local pound
mentally drafting out what his update report would be if moreau called him right then
resisting the urge to get too deep into clean eating, but he does try hand grinding his own flour
drinking alone at bars, hoping someone will pick a fight with him (no one does—that only happens in the movies) and turning down anyone who comes his way with a heated look in their eyes
waiting and being so used to boredom it don’t bother him no more but also he wants to want to scream but he can’t get to that point of feeling so he starves for that emotion and he finds something else to do, something he’s done a million times already, but maybe listening to the swipswip of this or so aircraft versus the swipwhip of that one will make the difference so he’ll look that up just in case
tetris
“25. tetris” - Hardison is gonna be like that reporter who realized during a casual conversation that his wife (or, in Hardison’s case, colleague) plays a record-breaking Tetris game.
And at some point after everything has come out, they’re gonna pounce on that for a con (like with Eliot’s MMA skills, singing, etc.)–oh, sure, Eliot can officially set a new Tetris record at this gaming event, and we’ll do the con while everyone is distracted.
Eliot’s not thrilled, but he reluctantly goes along with it. Right up until they’re at the event, and he just goes, very softly, “…That’s a lot of people.”
And Hardison and Sophie look at each other and realize they’re about to have to completely reshuffle the con (and get Nate to shut up about it) so that someone else can pretend to play a remotely-controlled Gameboy (at an event specifically designed to eliminate that kind of skullduggery) because they are not getting Eliot up there in a fit state of mind to actually give the Tetris performance they need.
(It’s OK. Their contact, who’s the only one who already met Eliot as the intended Tetris-champ, is also their client. Hardison makes the remote-access work, and Sophie has a blast playing a modest Southern lady (named after her beloved Daddy, to explain away the name initially meant for Eliot), who never imagined her skills at this “little ol’ game” were anything noteworthy.)
Frequently, when I go off social media, I do some of the things I hoped to do more of by quitting social media, and I also re-start playing Tetris. But I only play this one variant of Tetris Battle that on Facebook was popular among my high school classmates in 2011, and is no longer available online.
Clearing a row in Tetris Battle is rewards you in one of two ways: by inserting a gray row at the bottom of your opponent’s stack of blocks, or by clearing a gray row that your opponent sent you. If your stack is so elevated by the gray stuff that the incoming piece collides with your blocks before ever coming fully onscreen, your opponent wins a “KO”, and your gray rows reset to zero. The game ends when someone lands 3 KOs on their opponent, or when 2 minutes elapse, in which case the winner is the person who has more KOs. If the players have the same KO count, the person with the higher rows-cleared score wins.
Here’s the thing – combos increases your rows-cleared score (and amount of gray you fling at your opponent), topping out at sending four grays for each row cleared. So the correct technique of Tetris Battle is to stack your blocks as high as you can, as fast as you can, leaving a gradually narrowing funnel on one side – and then nail your opponent with as many combos as possible, ideally when their stack is high and undepleted. I hit a 10 combo in this video, which is about as good as I can do. (And those 10 won me 30
If you want to win fast, you nail them hard at the beginning. If you want to build a high score, you balance {stacking combos, not KO'ing your opponent into too-early defeat, and not being KO'ed repeatedly by your opponent while your stack is unprepared}. (Unprepared means ‘too short’ and not 'too tall’, because a good tall stack can be burned quickly for fuel to disperse the gray your opponent sent you.)
And then there’s the art of sending pieces into the funnel – calculating on the fly how each falling block should be arranged so that the next piece has a way to clear. After a decade, I don’t consciously think about it – I see the colors of the next 3 blocks out of my foveal vision and my brain automatically hands me an opinion about how the current one should fall. These opinions are not great, but they feel eerily good. The intention-chain dances just out of conscious reach. Pure instinct. It’s why I build the funnel on the right, so that the upcoming sequence is closer to the center of my vision.
2P Tetris Battle. ruined me for normal Tetris. I tried especially hard to get into normal Tetris in 2019 or so, when host website was shut down. Hated it. This year, several days into social media break, I hunted about in desperation and found Notris Foes, which is an offline clone where I can play against AIs. That’s okay – I was mostly playing against AIs to begin with. (Although I hope enough were human, or based on real human data, that my informal research finding that males preferred the more adversarial 2P over 6P Battle Tetris than females did is not wasted/invalid.)
And… yeah. Here I am, trying to beat my social media addiction, then trying to beat my Tetris addiction (I get into states where I’m miserable and tired but I can’t stop playing) that springs up in the absence of beefier attention-predators… I play this game that I’ve played more than any other game, and I feel so damn good at it. My excellence feels futile, and lonely, and liberating. I feel a bit like one of the last surviving animals in a dying ecosystem – childless, wheeling supreme above a bare and lovely biome.
kirby gets competitive when it comes to puzzle games. like in the amazing title kirby’s avalanche where he talks a lot. and this is him in tetris 99 which i play sometimes
