The seventy monitors turned into giant karuta (playing cards). One card appeared on my DS screen, which I then have to locate among the seventy giant ones on the HD floor displays.

I, along with everybody else, race to the corresponding card and hit the touch screen. A circle appeared. Correct.

Another small card appears on the DS, and I'm scanning for big sister. Old ladies buzz by, finding their cards. Bam, bam, bam.

I locate mine, and a new one appears. I don't even bother reading the beautiful Japanese written on the cards. Instead, I'm going on how the pictures look and am matching accordingly. Screw literature, I'm out to pwn old ladies.

Got it. What's next? What's next? The old lady next to me finds hers, and she's off. As I'm scurrying about, I feel a smile flash across my face. I want to laugh and high-five gramps. I'm having a blast. This is what gaming could be: getting your ass kicked by senior citizens in karuta. Wait 'til the retirement home hears.

The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Gaming [Kotaku]

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