The year is 2103. Akarin has grown a lush, white beard and his fingers tremble as he masterfully builds setups, sending attack after attack. Akma has retired from TETR.IO and his child is playing for him. My eyes are bloodshot and my throat is hoarse from screaming. Akarin finds a 69 PC end spike, but it doesn't kill and he dies to the 7pps counterspike, tying the score up yet again. Onto the next deuce...