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<h1 id="tetris-fantasies">Tetris Fantasies</h1>
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<h3 id="death-geometry-and-the-structure-of-the-individual">Death,
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Geometry and the Structure of the Individual</h3>
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<p>Tetris is a game where a single player is encouraged to organise the
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chaos given to them from above, a limited space for play of ten by
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twenty units leads to a limited ability to approach the perfection
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implied by the simple shapes that are encountered in the world (always a
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collection of four squares, in their seven permutations). The harnesses
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of time and gravity make perfection impossible in this world; instead
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the player can only attempt, approach, increase their efficiency. A
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life’s function approaching the limit, there is no way to win, only to
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get higher and higher scores, to live as long as possible through
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increased throughput. Death is inevitable in Tetris, and each passing
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block seems to come faster than the last. Why does it feel like
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everything just keeps getting harder?</p>
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<p>There are many squares to be organised in tetris, an infinite number
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apparently, but there is only one player organising them. Other people
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can only be seen by this individual in faint ghosts; their high scores
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that are there only to be beaten. And the current player can only hope
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to reach those people through leaving their own mark on the high score
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table. Employee-of-the-month, world’s-best-mom. But maybe there is an
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alternative, a world where there is more to each falling tetromino than
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simply an obstacle to be overcome, a problem to be solved. Maybe there
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is a story behind the fatal pixels, a bigger space than the 10 x 20 grid
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on the screen. Maybe there are humans out there with more to them than
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what they produce.</p>
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<p>This fanfic takes the form of a series of hand-drawn illustrations
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depicting fantastical tetris pieces, each of which is accompanied by a
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fragment of a story. The cards can be read and arranged in any order,
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intentionally removing the linear and framed limits of the original
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tetris, although the illustration and text on any one card have a
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relationship to eachother of some sort.</p>
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<p><img src="tetris-documentation-1.jpg"
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alt="hand drawn tetris fanfic" /> <img src="tetris-documentation-2.jpg"
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alt="printed fanfic: imagined four-sided realities" />
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<img src="tetris-documentation-4.png"
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alt="imagining a tetris without labour" /></p>
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