This my friends is a true story. When I was a kid, I had the OG Gameboy, the gray one shaped like a brick. And you know what game it came with.. That's right, Tetris. Played that sh!t day and night, thought I was awesome. Never could beat that last difficulty though, got really close a couple times, but RNG beat me every time (tower of perfectly lined up blocks and no straight lines.. wtf) I was at my Grandma's house once and she saw me playing it, and wanted to play it herself. She ended up liking it so much that she wanted to borrow my Gameboy for a while and I let her, though reluctantly. Testris was the only game I had at the time though, so no biggie. She ended up having it for a few months. When she gave it back to me, she proceeded to tell me how many times she beat the last difficulty. I think, no way, and make sure she wasn't just mistaken. Nope, it was the hardest difficulty alright. She even beat it again later to show me the final screen. The kicker? She is missing her thumb and forefinger on her right hand! That's right, she pressed the buttons with her middle finger, essentially flipping me off the whole time. Moral of the story: Don't let your grandma play your games.. she might make you feel like a scrub.