I can't remember life without Tetris. Those tetrominos have been invading my dreams since early childhood - falling, falling, forever falling. The game turns 30 years old today, and with it comes the realisation that it's been there for me for almost my entire conscious life.
When Nintendo, in their infinite wisdom, introduced multiplayer Tetris via their Game Boy and high-tech link cable technology, I was able to share my addiction with friends via the medium of emotionally demanding block combat. Nothing is more pleasing to a young mind than cluttering your opponent's screen with unruly blocks: creation leading to chaos and victory. It remains one of the most satisfying multi-player games ever made.
I've never bought any Tetris-related pop singles, won a Tetris world championship or written any Tetris fan-fiction. But it's always been there, as sure as background radiation.
Aged 11, I was hit by a car during a school trip to France. The rumour that immediately did the rounds was I had walked into the road, backwards, while playing Tetris on my Gameboy. Entirely untrue - apart from the bit about being hit by the car - but entirely plausible.
Last winter, I travelled with a friend to Mount Kōya in Japan, to stay with some young monks in their remote monastery, to learn about Shingon Buddhism. We went to bed early in our traditional Japanese room, as there was nothing else to do. All was peace and tranquility.
We ended up playing Tetris.
Do you have any Tetris-related stories or memories of your own? Or was life something that happened while you were playing Tetris? Share your tales in the comments, and we'll post the best above the line.
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Nelson Mandela was released while I was.playing Tetris.
True story.