Editor's note: Changing the stakes changes the game, as Brian discovered in this personal account of user error, global spice production, and a game of 1 vs. 100. -Demian
Along with video games, game shows have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was growing up, I simply could not get enough of them. Press Your Luck, Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy!, Tic-Tac-Dough -- the list could go on and on. My love for game shows has not abated as I've grown up, either, and my wife thankfully turned out to be as much of a junkie as I am. Let's just say that it got a little dusty in my house when Bob Barker retired.
So naturally, I followed the news of 1 vs. 100 coming to Xbox Live with great interest, and have been playing the beta every now and then since its release. I definitely enjoy it -- it's relatively fast-paced, the questions are pretty good, and there's a fun sense of competition among the four people in your lobby. Best of all, as far as I'm concerned, is the ability for a local player to join the game for free (as this way my wife and I can play together), and we've had fun thus far.
Now as many of you probably know, two weekends ago the beta "season" officially started, which meant that for the first time, actual prizes -- download codes for Live Arcade games and Microsoft space bucks -- were at stake for the Mob and the One during the live sessions. We missed the first prize weekend, but managed to get in on the action this past Saturday.
The first round wasn't particularly exciting, as the One made it a few questions in and then used the toxic "Trust the Brain" help (usually, the high scorers in any 1 vs 100 round are those who randomly pick an answer before they're revealed and button-mash like crazy, hoping to maximize their speed bonus and actually get the question right, if they're lucky). While the new Mob and One were being chosen, I went to the fridge to get a drink. When I sat back down, I noticed that instead of the purple stripes of the Crowd behind my avatar, I had the blue dots of the Mob!
"Holy crap, I'm in the effing Mob!" I exclaimed. The odds of being selected were so remote that I had never even considered it as a possibility, and as the realization that I could actually *win something* hit my brain, I could feel the thumping of my quickening heart rate reverberating through my chest. The first few questions were pretty easy, and despite my shaking hands, I found myself getting back into my normal pattern of play -- poising my thumb over the button for each answer as it was revealed, ready to strike at the first possible moment -- and I was doing as good as I usually do. Then...it happened.
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