The game seemed simple... until now. The easy part of the game had just finished, and now they were at the part of the game that actually mattered. Kaiji reached for one of the bricks in the Jenga tower.
He tried to move it a little to see if it was bearing the tower's weight. It did not seem to be supporting much.
Kaiji grinned and started to pull it out from the tower. But suddenly, it felt like the weight of the entire world was on that Jenga brick.
Are you a retard Kaiji-san?
AKAGI WAS RIGHT!
Akagi versus Kaiji in a Jenga match would be beyond epic.
I am entranced by this concept.
Did the brick hold a lot more weight than it looked like it did? Kaiji put the brick back where it was and reached for another brick. But he felt the same weight he felt before, and he felt it on every brick he touched.
This couldn't be right, even Kaiji knew that every Jenga brick shouldn't have this much weight on it. A chill ran down his spine.
Where's the original jenga pasta?
Maybe the weight was not real, maybe the weight just came from the stare of his white-haired opponent.
Real weight, imagined weight, Kaiji could not tell the difference. If he could not shake off the nervousness Akagi Shigeru was giving him, Kaiji would have no hope of winning at all.
I flashed Jenga World Tournament and Akagi onto my DS yesterday.
With the pressure being put on him by his opponent, Kaiji could not rely on his instincts. He would just have to use logic.
He examined the tower closely. He would only have to take one brick that he knew the tower did not need. But which one was it?
The tower had plenty of bricks, many of them would be safe to remove. But as much as Kaiji tried, he could not think of a single one that was safe. Kaiji was paralyzed.
Japan needs to draw a doujin of this.
Kaiji would have to make a move. He had no idea what he had to do, but he had to do something. The longer he took, the more confident his opponent would be. Knowing that he absolutely not let himself be backed into a corner, he knew that he would just have to do something, and do it now.
Boldly leaning foward, Kaiji quickly grabbed a peice that looked stable and yanked it out of the tower. In his imagination, Kaiji could see the demonic power of his opponents stare trying to knock down the tower.
But the tower stood.
This will only end in rape. Poor waifu...
Whenever I've played Jenga, I find it's best to remove middle blocks as long as the row is complete when you pull out. Generally just trying to balance the weight equally on all sides. Most people suck because they just pull random blocks thinking that weight distribution is random.
I usually do that for the "easy" part and then start to harry my opponent(s) with tricky removes.
Suddenly, it felt like a giant weight was temporarily lifted off of Kaiji's back. The intense pressure of Akagi's extraordinarily calm stare was on the tower, not him. Kaiji sank back into his chair and tried to emulate the calmness of his opponent.
The room was incredibly still.
I usually remove 2 bricks from the bottom at the very start of the match just to fuck with people's heads
You are now hearing the Narrators voice
Akagi briefly looked back at Kaiji. As quickly as he had put it on, Kaiji's facade of calmness came crashing down. It was as if an entire conversation was compressed into that brief glance. A conversation where Akagi explained in detail why Kaiji's false serenity would never have a chance of holding up under any pressure at all.
And then, Akagi quickly took a peice out of the tower. In hindsight, it was an obvious safe brick. But until Akagi physically grabbed the brick, Kaiji did not realize it at all.
This would be a long match of Jenga.
Kaiji's, or Akagi's?
Somebody do the alternative /y/-ending...
THIS THREAD IS AWESOME
Kaiji sobbed as he lay in bed with Akagi. Yes, he had managed to avoid losing his life, which he had bet on the game, but he was still unsatisfied with the unspeakable act that he was forced to do.
He had survived, but Kaiji had definitely lost something that he could not replace. And so Kaiji tried to forget all about what he had just done, but he could not.