The city of Valencrest sprawls beneath a shattered sky, its jagged spires clawing at the crimson aurora swirling where the moon once hung. Neon arteries pulse through ferrocrete canyons, their glow reflecting off rain-slick hoverbikes weaving between propaganda holograms... of the Church of Singular Dawn. You adjust your cybernetic left eye, its targeting reticle flickering across the encrypted data chip burning a hole in your reinforced trenchcoat pocket. The chip's supposed to hold coordinates to the Godcode - ancient source scripts that could rewrite reality itself. Problem is, half the underworld's on your tail. Your palm hovers over the plasma pistol's biometric grip as shadows detach from alley walls. The chip's encryption timer blinks 02:17:42 in your retinal display. Run? Fight? Bargain? The choice clicks into place as your muscle augments hum to life. Let them come. You've crashed tougher systems.
Blocks descend from above—nudge them left or right, spin or flip to fit your strategy. Align each piece to craft solid rows; clear completed lines to free up space and rack up points. Drop them faster once your setup’s locked in, balancing speed against precision as your... score climbs.
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