I told myself: hey. Tetris. You can write a story about Tetris. You can write a one-shot about Tetris. Dammit, I'm writing a one-shot about Tetris. I just hope it's good…

So, you wanna hear a story of my youth? It's about time somebody appreciates the old people…

You want something to drink? Help yourself. I ain't got too much.

Back in the old days, during the War, the Blocks were always in jeopardy. See, the Humans knew our power and wanted to harness it for themselves. But of course, we didn't give in so easily. But not all of us were lucky.

They captured many. The captured ones were thrown pits, attached together, so the power could be used. Oh, you wanna know what the power was?

Well, if enough Blocks of the same color attached together, they would disappear. Those dirty Humans studied us and wanted to use our disappearing powers for their own sick uses. I don't quite remember what it was they wanted to do, but it was bad, because they didn't know that we died when we disappeared, which is why our communities are as mixed as possible. Yeah, I was thrown in about 100 or so pits over the 5 years the War lasted, and I luckily survived each one.

My wife…she always told me that life was just a game for us…we got married a year before the War started. She died when we were thrown into our third pit together. She was a rare blue, my sky, and I was her yellow sun…

It wasn't just her, though. All of my family is either gone or separated from me. It doesn't matter much to me anyway. I'll see them soon enough.

Do I have anything else to tell you? Let's see…

What? You want your ball back? Oh, right! That's why you came in here in the first place. Here. Try not to play with that thing near my house, you hear me?

Kids…always with their games…that's why they lost the War.

Now where was I..?

Well, I hope you…enjoyed that…(sighs)