Ahh Tetris. I have spent many hours of my life playing Tetris. Especially on the NES (Nintendo Entertainment System). That russian melody would get embedded in my head for days. I'm sure many people out there like me would get stuck with this brilliant "strategy" of stacking and building this ridiculous wall of bricks... just waiting for that stupid long piece to show up.
Here is how I would describe the experience:
You have your uber brick wall built. It is perfect. There are no holes in your brick wall of perfection. It is solid. You have purposely left a dangerous looking abyss, hungry for a 4-block long piece. It would be nail-biting. It would make you sweat. It would make you get off the floor and actually stand up. Remember, you are sitting on the floor because the NES controller cable is only so long. You are tethered to this box of endless 8-bit gaming entertainment.
Then the satisfaction of seeing that long piece finally display in your preview box. You get so excited. Your heart starts pounding. One foot lifts off the ground and you bend your knee with anticipation. You are now balancing on one tube sock like the Karate Kid Flamingo stance. You get your right thumb ready on that A or B button. Ready on the trigger. You MUST flip that long piece into a vertical fashion immediately. Then you have to jam on that directional pad to shift the long piece to that 50-foot well you left all the way on the right side. The long piece displays on the top of your screen. The russian music is jingling so fast it makes you more nervous. Everything must be done with the utmost precision and speed. Then...
You screw it up. NO TETRIS FOR YOU! YOU FAIL! ARRRRGHH. Now there is a huge cavity. The blocks are now being thrown at you at lightning speed. They are stacking so fast, that each plastic-sounding smack as they stack up to the ceiling make you cringe with anger and frustration. Then... fart noise. Game Over.
-sad face
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