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( There's a silver lining to every dark cloud, but this one is godawful. )
One hundred fifty-eight lines. My old record was one hundred fifty-three, made WAY back in December '89 (before you were born, Reese!), just after I had gotten the game for Christmas when I was seven years old, on my hulking original GB, which, as we all know, was advanced technology at the time! But not once in nineteen years have I been able to duplicate that feat. And I sabotaged my game because I fucked up (thanks, perception, for failing me for once), but I could have kept going. My waste was maybe three lines high, with access to the bottom. It was beautiful. I wasn't nervous, the blocks were literally falling into perfect place, except that one T....
So that'll be the greatest thing I accomplish today. It's silly, but I figure almost anything's better than banging my head on the floor and hoping I pass out, MIRITE.
( There's a silver lining to every dark cloud, but this one is godawful. )
One hundred fifty-eight lines. My old record was one hundred fifty-three, made WAY back in December '89 (before you were born, Reese!), just after I had gotten the game for Christmas when I was seven years old, on my hulking original GB, which, as we all know, was advanced technology at the time! But not once in nineteen years have I been able to duplicate that feat. And I sabotaged my game because I fucked up (thanks, perception, for failing me for once), but I could have kept going. My waste was maybe three lines high, with access to the bottom. It was beautiful. I wasn't nervous, the blocks were literally falling into perfect place, except that one T....
So that'll be the greatest thing I accomplish today. It's silly, but I figure almost anything's better than banging my head on the floor and hoping I pass out, MIRITE.
