"The blocks are coming!" called the village leader. Screams pierced the air, still not louder than the drone of the constantly irritating music. The warning foghorn echoed throughout the land.

"Phoebe come and do your homework!" a voice sounded from the outside world.

The lights switched off. False alarm. The villagers sighed in relief. The merciless master had gone. The village inspectors ran around checking for damage, a couple of huts had been hit, but nothing that bad. Were there any casualties? Families looked for their kin, wives for husbands. The villagers ran around clearing up the mess. Little children looked in awe at the huge green cube that now dominated a quarter of Tribal Square. Village Elders looked disapprovingly as some of the more daring children decided to climb on the cube. There had been worse.

A week passed.

The lights switched on, blinding the residents, they didn't have enough time to move before the blocks fell. The game had begun. They fell everywhere killing the Tetrisians everywhere. The music deafened them, the lights blinded them, the blocks killed them. That was their life. No one said it was easy.