The experience was ineffable.
There just was not, and then there was. Simple. But, in ever simplicity, there is complexity, and in this one doubly so. That transition from nothingness into being was a moment that L-Piece felt as though she should explain. Such simple complexity was too odd an experience for one who had never been before. Still, though, she felt inadequate. Inadequacy was, in fact, the first sensation she felt.
And with sudden conviction, lo! As quickly as L-Piece was thrust into this world, she was forcibly experiencing it. A matter of milliseconds became her infancy, her curious childhood, and, at last, her petulant adolescence. Gone were the moments of eagerness and novelty. What once seemed new and interesting became, as is typical, sterile and tedious. The L-Piece's vibrant life of purple, blue, orange, green dipped into a monotone. L-Piece believed she felt, nay, believed she knew that this experience was unique to her. But she was not the first, not the last. Nonetheless, this dulling of experience was profound to little L-Piece.
More profound, however, was her late-adolescent discovery of her maker. She was but three blocks away from landing.
Throughout her brief and insignificant but subjectively powerful existence, a God-Thing was in total control of her every move. Her every twist, her every turn. He was solely responsible, or so she thought, for all of the ill in her being. This outsider, this manipulator was forcing her all too quickly through her so-called "life" for one moment.
She was two blocks away from landing.
But this was not two blocks away from "landing". She was two blocks away from her destiny. The loss of L-Piece's virginity, as she was soon to find, the only purpose the Programmer gave for her existence. L-Piece was nothing but a sex object.
And not a very good one at that.
The harsh inadequacy of her former life returned unabashedly. "Too little blocks to put here. Damn. One too many to put here. Fuck L-Pieces, man. I guess I'll just put it here. I hate Tetris." She saw Him now to be a malevolent God-Thing, rife with degrading words too. "It". If this were poorly produced pornography or drunken role-play, L-Piece might have been turned on. Alas, it was not. It was her life.
The loss of her innocence was approaching-one block.
It was coming. It was imminent.
She was afraid.
Gone.
Thus it was gone, as two squares rubbed under her and she straddled what was left of a long piece. A nearly inaudible moan of resolution emitted from the L-Piece's squares. The waves, the waves of primal, pained, forever-anticipated pleasured carved through her virtual being. She was carried out of her shell. Escaped were her adolescent fears and disappointments, if only for moments, in theLandofTetrOrgasms.
But that facade, too, came crashing down. She was left lying there, on a sleazy pedophilic long piece, dirty and defiled. Left to be a rather un-strategically placed burden to the God-Thing for three rounds until her eventual return to non-existence.
She was not the first, nor the last.
But, as she disappeared, she wondered: "Were my tribulations and short-lived pleasure meant for only a high score?"
The answer, of course, a resounding "yes".
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a collection of semi-erotic Tetris Fanfiction. It's not always going to be romantic, per se, or have a continuous mood throughout, but I think that Tetris erotica is hilarious. If you do too, read on, my friend, read on. Just keep in mind that this is farcical. Thanks for reading and enjoy!