I don't want to do this, but I'm being forced to fall. For a brief moment, I think that I can avoid this by staying where I am and continue to fall. No good. I feel myself being forcably pulled by some strange outside force. My brothers are looking at me, with faces that seem to beg me to stop. I wish I could tell them, but I find myself mute, as we tend to be. That's how it's been since I was born. That's how it will be during these last few moments. I ponder my life and wonder to myself if there is an afterlife. No. Dreams never come true. I am only a few spaces away from reluctant manslaughter. I would apologize for what I am about to do, but as I have already mentioned, we are mute. I hope they know. I hope they don't look back at the square piece in shame if any of them make it. I take note of their position. Clumped together, in one big block. Said block is the last thing I will ever see. I have killed many innocent Tetrominos. And I have no regrets.

TETRIS!