His adolescence was spent alone. Flung to the side, he never knew the smooth caress of a sexually confused Z-Piece. Nay- Long-Piece felt naught but the cruel stares of the accumulating lump of blocks. Purple, green, indigo, and red- the judgmental palette of a hyper-sexual God-Thing. The aching, resigned feeling of certain rejection always seemed to be infiltrating his blocks.
And, not before long, Long-Piece was aging. He laid their, atop a mismatched mound of once-pieces. Waiting.
Waiting for the end.
Until Level Two, when one drop- one fated drop- changed everything. A spry, hesitant L-Piece was placed by the God-Thing upon Long-Piece's once-untouched body. He was mildly taken aback. He didn't even know her name, and she seemed so young. But he, in that singular round, took as much from her as he possibly could. Long-Piece took her virginity, her dignity, her infinity. Pleasure etched its way through his sexual organ until a dull but unmistakable sense of contentment warmed his blocks- Level 3. Long-Piece looked at his partner. Her expression of pained pleasure was plain to him. He was, after all, quite the connoisseur of pornography.
The two continued to lay there as other blocks dripped and dropped upon them. They were in silence, both thinking of adolescence. She was preoccupied with thoughts of her own, and its newfound ephemeral nature. He was thinking of how nice it was to make a freshly ordained Tetro-woman have a TetrOrgasm. Feelings of dirtiness, however, slowly seeped into his very consciousness.
Long-Piece realized what he had done.
He soiled what was once pure. He defiled her soul. He ate upon the freshly washed dish that was her lady-parts. And he knew now the errors of his ways. And he could not repent (Tetris pieces are an atheistic sort, mind you). This sin carried with him forever- to Oblivion.
The hyper-sexual God-Thing merely screamed and screamed- "AWW YEAH LEVEL FOUR".
