/vr/ - Retro Games

>>1894241
Again, I played until dawn, and went to bed. But my dreams, as far as I could recall, were filled with red tetriminios, which would fall inches from me, and eventually trap me. The long, skinny one would appear above me, and drop as if it were in slow motion. Just before it landed on me, the dream would shift into something unrelated. I’d be doing something else, until, like clockwork, I would suddenly find myself surrounded by familiar blocks, and another long, skinny tetrimino would make it’s painfully slow, but dreadful descent toward me.

When I awoke, I went back to my computer, and loaded up the game. But this time, the color of the screen was a frightening blood red, and I noticed, in the silence of my living room, that the pulse that the displayed flickered matched my heartbeat, which had unconsciously matched my breathing. The button that said “start” (in Cyrillic) was replaced with a new word: one that translated as “You’re next, Comrade.”