Win! One Of 30 Double Passes To The Triple 9 Australian Preview

Here's a big one guys! We've partnered with Roadshow Films to book out an entire movie theatre for the Australian preview of Triple 9, for the readers of Gizmodo, Lifehacker and Kotaku.

Gizmodo is giving away 30 double passes to the March 2nd preview (in Sydney only, sorry guys), a day before Triple 9 opens Australia-wide. Here's how to enter:

In the comments below, tell us about a time you overcame the odds — in 25 words or less — more if you're keen — but you don't have to. Pull off a killer presentation you didn't think you would? Outlast 30 foes in your favourite video game? Did you overcome stomach bugs to hike Machu Picchu? The most fun and creative entries will win. Keep it clean.

  • Entries close at 10am on Monday the 29th of February and winners will be contacted later that day ahead of the screening the evening of Wednesday 2nd.
  • Each double pass is valued at $50.
  • Terms and conditions apply.

A gang of criminals and corrupt cops plan the murder of a police officer in order to pull off their biggest heist yet across town. Starring Aaron Paul, Norman Reedus, Casey Affleck, Woody Harrelson, Clifton Collins Jr, Anthony Mackie, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Kate Winslet, Teresa Palmer, and Gal Gadot.

The screening will take place on Wednesday 2nd March at Event Cinemas George Street, Sydney. Winners need to bring photo ID and arrive early for a 6:30pm start to avoid disappointment. We've slightly oversubscribed to ensure a full house, but if you miss out, we'll give you an in-season pass (in person only) to Triple 9.

You can give yourself a better shot at winning by entering on Lifehacker and Kotaku as well.


    So i was in this dota game that's been going on for about 100 mins and my gf was just staring at me waiting for me to finish so we could eat dinner. 20 mins later we ended up losing and i didnt have a gf for a week. totally worth it.

      this guy deserves it, 2k dota player's need encouragement

    I was trapped in an epic struggle. Darkness was overwhelming. The screeching sound piercing the depths of my soul. The fight went on. The screeching became louder. There was less time between the sounds so I knew it was getting closer. I knew I couldn't stand it for much longer then finally as the sound reached its peak and the blinding light broke through the darkness I realised that I had to stop hitting snooze, get out of bed and go to work.

    I had a really obstructive booger in my left nostril. My left hand had no fingernails up to the job. I had to go in backhand and work it out. Against the odds, I maneuvered by wrist and got just the right amount of grip under the bottom edge - loosening its hold. I then attacked the top and emancipated it. A well earned snack!

    January 4, 2016. A day I’ll never forget. How could I? The suns radiant glow greeted me as we woke together. Suddenly a cold chill. Today was the day. Could I actually do it? I had to. I made a promise. How could I?

    Breakfast was eerily quiet. Unlike the train ride to work that seemed a lot noisier than usual. I tried not to focus on my anxiety, rather the whir of buildings and trees flashing before me. Today they seemed strangely beautiful.

    At work my boss questioned my commitment to the company as I failed to attend an 11am meeting that had been organized an hour before. My “Didn’t get the memo.” excuse didn’t fly well. Was it fear that caused the rest of my day to be so productive? After work I was annoyed I forgot about track work, however I did have a nice chat with an elderly man about Leo in The Revenant.

    Date night went well. Conversation was top notch. 11:06pm, bedtime. I did it. One whole day without the Internet! At first I felt very disconnected but than strangely more connected. An amazing experience. Would I do it again? How could I?

    Buckle your seat belts, lads. We're going on a feels trip!

    When I was 13 years old, riding my brothers bike to school one morning, which I'd inconveniently forgotten had no brakes, I came screaming out of a hidden sidewalk and unable to stop or slow down I promptly got collected by a ute! Mangled my hand, broke my leg in 5 places and whilst crawling off the road managed to contract a very rare form of flesh eating bacteria.

    And if you think breaking a leg or ripping half your hand off was painful, you have no idea what it feels like to have dead flesh scraped off of a rotting wound.

    But after 4 months in hospital and 6 months in rehab learning how to walk and write again, I consider myself very lucky, and am very happy to still be upright and breathing!

    I'll never forget the look on mums face the first time she saw me walking without crutches!

    I was living in a large (but very quiet) apartment building in Singapore at the time.

    One night at about 1am, I came back home a little (very) drunk. When I got to the ground floor elevators, I decided to open up the fire closet to have a peek inside. Amazed at how big it was (it was about 1x1m... so not really very big), I decided to step in (remember, I wa a bit drunk). Next thing I knew, the door swung closed behind me.

    No problem, I'll just open it up... or so I thought. There was no door handle on the inside... and it was pitch black. I started hammering on the door to try and wake the doorman, but it was a very solid fire rated door. After about 30 minutes of yelling, I started feeling a bit light headed due to the lack of oxygen.

    My next trick was to feel around and find the fire hose tap and turn it on just a little bit to try and get someones attention with the water spilling through the doors... but as soon as I managed to turn it on a bit, the hose hit me in the face because of the pressure.

    Luckily though, it set off an alarm in the security box, which the doorman noticed. After being stuck in there for an hour, I was saved!! His first question after seeing me and my bloody face: "what are you doing in there??". My response: "umm, I thought it was the elevator?".

    1 week later, they put a door handle on the inside of the door. WIN! :)

    Mine is a simple and definitely not a unique story.
    I have a dietary condition that causes a adverse affect on my sperm. Low motility (they don't swim far before getting really tired) and low count (it's a cemetery down there).
    Now while that is definitely an obstacle to slow you down in making a kid it was further slowed... to like a snails pace... when my wife's egg's were also being adversely affected by her condition.
    Enough said we had low chances of getting a child. So we went thru the hell that is IVF. Seriously people anyone you know who has gone through it will tell you a similar story, it's rough on the guy but 'seriously' rough on the woman. Not fun at all.
    I won't go into any further boring details except to say we were struggling with the cost and the mental abuse it takes to get to the goal post.

    But we managed to create a beautiful girl against all the crazy odds.
    Just because it is a 1 in a million doesn't mean you won't get lucky.
    Signed; Very happy Father. ;-)

      Good on you mate, hope your kid has a happy and healthy childhood

    I once overcame the odds get out of a sticky situation. Let's set the scene.

    When I was 14 I managed to get myself stuck inside a drum room at school (I was a boarder) on a Friday night. I had decided to go and have a play in the drum room to alleviate some of the boredom I had. I was having a ball of a time beating down on that drum set.

    When I had finally had enough, I gathered my things and headed towards the door. I went to open the door, the thing would not budge. What the hell? The thing about the drum room was that it was a small and double doored. What had happened was that a vacuum had somehow managed to be created in the void between the two doors and the drum room. As much as I tried, I could not get this door open. I thought I was doomed to spend two nights in there alone with no one knowing where I was.

    I started wailing on the door crying out for any help. This went on for a good hour and a half. It was at this point I grabbed a rubber circular object to bang on the door. Eventually I was found by a security guard doing the rounds.

    Traumatised by this event, I have not set foot near a drum set since.

    In 2011 my partner and I were told we couldn't have children, lost our home in the Queensland floods, along with all our belongings. 2016 We are now expecting our first childchild naturally and have our house back plus alot more. We are very thankful. You just have to have hope! 💜

    So am indoor rock climbing one day which I used to do a lot. The climbing center was in an old brewery and the climbs were high, 3 to 4 stories. I am about three quarters of the way up when I jump for a grip, miss and fall off the wall. The person belaying me, far from paying attention, is actually playing around with the belay device. I accelerate towards the ground at 9.8 meters a second. I have two choices, die or grab the other half of the rope which is flying up in the other direction and shred my unprotected hand to pieces. Instinct takes over, one arm reaches out and grabs the rope.....I come to a dead stop about 5 meters above the ground. I guess adrenaline had kicked in - I grabbed the rope so hard that it didn't even slip through my hand. Not dead, no rope burn. Win!

    I went mountain bike riding with some friends, and they rode on ahead of me as I was only a beginner. I crashed and buckled my front wheel so I had to walk the rest of the track in an unfamiliar bushland.

    I awoke surrounded by darkness and underwater, i was panicking and just as i was about to run out of breath the water rushed out an extremely narrow cave leading to god knows where. I had to follow. it was a tight squeeze and in my panic i thought head first was my only option. as my head popped out and i took a breath of air the relief was to much and i burst into tears.
    Fallopian tube survivor, 1974.

    Hiking and climbing up Mt Fuji and seriously feeling the altitude with every step I took during the last parts towards the summit. Then needing to hiking/climb back down to the base in pitch black darkness and pouring rain.

    Surviving a white-knuckled drive to school on the morning of my toughest HSC exam with a gigantic huntsman trying to muscle it's way through the driver side window, and coming home at the end of the day with an almost Band-6 result. Adrenaline baby!

    Australian internet sucks in general, but gaming with it can be even more frustrating.

    Over the last few months my Mrs has become increasingly reliant on YouTube and with the recent release of Netflix in Australia, my internet bandwidth as you can imagine is getting absolutely smashed.
    If anyone here plays Rocket League you can picture how that affects my ranking (and let's face it, it's ALWAYS the lag!).

    So after much consideration, I arranged a surprise install of Foxtel into our house! The Mrs was stocked and my ranking in Rocket League has never been better :).

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    One time I left my phone in a cab. After continuously calling my number, the cabbie finally picked it up and told be he lives in some suburb I never even knew existed in Sydney and wouldn't drop it back. I had to dust off the old street directory, against the odds I was able find the thing, then read it properly enough to find his letterbox at about 4am.

    I'm TERRIFIED of heights but have done both abseiling and rock climbing!

    When have I overcome a challenge?

    Well.. I survive living in Australia everyday as an American (6 yrs running!). And I still manage to have a social life and get laid from time to time! hahaha

    So I was 16, the 3-week skiing holiday had begun, and we hit the slopes on Christmas day. On the second turn I realised I still had it so wanted to show off by going off-piste – ending up breaking my leg right then and there. I endured the rest of the holiday by watching my favourite TV shows while everyone went out skiing, and I even got up on my crutches and danced on New Years Eve!

    I grew up in a non-English speaking country. My Mum was the first person in my family to speak English from birth. Only, her teachers, who became my teachers, were hardly Oxford scholars. When I first came to Australia I got rejected by a couple of schools for poor language skills. Despite this, I am writing this in English now and you have followed what I've written. :)

    Drove three hours to go to a festival. 30 minutes in I rolled my ankle and ended up tearing three ligaments. Had been looking forward to the festival for months so decided to stay and dance on it for a few hours. Paid for it later - was one seriously swollen ankle and mighty painful.

    Have you ever seen that scene in a movie where the cowboy falls from his horse, foot trapped in the stirrup and he's dragged along helplessly?

    Well that happened to me 2 months ago, except it was after sliding off the side of a boat, and i was dragged along with ankle wrapped in a thin 3mm dyneema rope (practically unbreakable), feet in the air and head underwater.

    This happened on Sydney Harbour while we were sailing a zippy little 14 foot skiff. They're little boats with large sails leaving them massively overpowered.
    You see them bouncing along the surface on the water constantly on the edge of disaster.

    The spinnaker was set and we'd been hit my a huge gust during an ill fated gybe manouver, and my crew was also thrown from the boat. I'd fallen down the exposed underside of the boat, wrapping my ankle along the way.

    At this stage the skiff had rounded up so the sails were trying to capsize the boat, and my bodyweight, hanging from the opposite side was acting as a counterbalance. Dragged along and helplessly flailing.

    I managed to raise my head enough to splutter-shout I couldn't breath, but my crew was 15 metres behind the boat.

    My ankle was screaming in pain as the rope tightened and I wasn't sure which moght come first, losing my foot or drowning.

    Somehow the stalemate ended as I slid round to the stern of the boat, capsize completed and finally fully immersed in water the tension was eased and I could release my foot. Anne, my crew swore it was only 1 minute with head underwater. Longest minute of my life.

    We got the boat back up and with no blood on deck, decided to finished the race.

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