Did yall see the Steam sale? Chough.. i might have spend close to 300€ in games.
And the crazy thing is that i don't even have a pc 💀, please don't judge me, as i will build one soon, as I've been saving up, those games are an investment since i don't want to pirate things, i can't have a virus on my new pc 😭.
But i don't know what's better, No man sky or star citizen.
Any suggestions?
I do not plan to pay again and again for new things in the game, so what game will give me the best experience with the base content?
Or do you know other good space games.
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(Tuesday, May 21, 2024 – 9:26 AM)
After successfully escaping the chaos, Daniel walked casually through the festival grounds, a black mask covering the lower half of his face to avoid drawing even more attention. His tall frame and broad shoulders still made him stand out, but at least this way, he wouldn't have to deal with flocks of students following him.
The air was filled with the lively sounds of students laughing, calling out to friends, and the occasional energetic advertisement from a stall worker trying to attract customers. Everything felt relaxed, but as Daniel moved through the crowd, something caught his eye.
A few meters ahead, Jay Hong stood near a small game stall with his usual calm expression unchanged as a girl excitedly held up her phone, showing him something on the screen.
Curious, Daniel tilted his head slightly, taking a casual step closer.
Then he saw it.
His webtoon.
The girl's voice was full of excitement. "Jay, you need to read this! It just started last week, but it's already one of the best webtoons out right now!" She scrolled through the screen before stopping at a particular character panel, tapping on it. "This guy right here? He's insane."
Daniel's eyes flickered toward the screen.
It was a character he had written with Jay as inspiration.
But unlike Jay, this version was nothing like him in personality.
The character in the webtoon practiced Systema, just like Jay, but without his restraint. Instead of using it for self-defense and protection, he used it purely for violence and efficiency, a cold, calculating villain.
A Jay without kindness.
Daniel didn't even need to imagine it.
Someone with Jay's instincts, precision, and natural grace in combat, but with a heartless, merciless nature?
Massacre.
Jay, still staring at the screen, remained silent with his gaze fixed on the character, thinking who knows what.
(9:56 AM)
Daniel continued strolling through the festival, keeping an eye on both of his bodies while blending into the crowd with his mask on. The festival continued in full swing, but one area had drawn a noticeably large crowd, the makeshift boxing ring set up in the sports section.
Daniel looked and saw that at the center of it all was Zack Lee, standing tall in his boxing stance, confidently eyeing his next opponent. His shirt was slightly damp with sweat from his previous matches, but his energy was still high. He had spent the past hour dominating challengers, showing off his skills, and, most importantly, stealing quick glances at Mira to see if she was watching.
And of course, she was.
Daniel immediately grinned under his mask.
'Oh, this is too good to pass up.'
A plan formed in his mind instantly.
....
15 minutes passed quickly.
Mira stood by the ropes with crossed arms and watching with interest as Zack easily dodged, countered, and overwhelmed his latest opponent. With a swift one-two combination, his opponent stumbled back, barely holding his gloves up before the match was called.
The crowd cheered, some laughing, others groaning after losing bets on who could last the longest against Zack.
Zack smirked, stepping back as his opponent left the ring. He wiped his face with a towel before grinning at the crowd.
"Alright." he called out. "Who's next?"
[Image]
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Name: Zack Lee
Height: 180 cm
Strength: |-{B}
Speed: |-{B}
Potential: |-{A}
Intelligence: |-{B}
Endurance: |-{B}
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Silence for a moment. Then-
"I'll go."
The voice was confident and familiar.
Zack turned his head toward the sound, as did the rest of the crowd.
Walking toward the ring was Lil Daniel.
[Image]
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Name: Daniel Park
Height: 169 cm
Synchronization
Strength: |-{A}
Speed: |-{A}
Potential: |-{SSS}
Intelligence: |-{S+}
Endurance: |-{A}
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Zack's brow furrowed in confusion. The guy standing in front of him was leaner, his body far more defined than the last time he saw him.
"Lil Daniel?" Zack asked, raising a brow. "That's you?"
Lil Daniel laughed, nodding. "Yeah, I lost some weight."
Mira, noticing him, also gave a small wave. Lil Daniel waved back before effortlessly hopping onto the ring.
Zack looked him up and down. "Didn't expect you here."
"My brother invited me." Lil Daniel explained, rolling his shoulders. "I just had a workout before coming."
Zack's brow twitched. "You were training right before a festival?"
Lil Daniel nodded. "Gotta keep pushing myself." Then, he slid on the gloves, taking a relaxed stance. "I'm warmed up now. Hope you won't disappoint me."
Zack's expression shifted. He had been curious about Lil Daniel for a while now. Something about him always felt off, too confident, too precise with his words. And now? This was the perfect chance to see what he was really made of.
Zack cracked his knuckles. "I've kinda wanted to challenge you since the first time we met." He rolled his shoulders before lifting his fists. "You called yourself a prodigy, right?"
Lil Daniel's smile widened. "Still am."
Zack stepped forward, adjusting his stance. "Then don't complain when you lose."
Lil Daniel hopped lightly on his feet with loose yet focused movements. "You'll lose if you don't go all out."
The crowd leaned in, whispers of excitement spreading through the students as they stared at each other and moved closer with focused eyes.
(10:23 AM)
The ring fell silent.
Lil Daniel and Zack stood opposite each other, both in their respective guards, watching, waiting.
Zack's stance was light, balanced, his left hand extended slightly, right fist close to his chin. His Philly Shell guard was loose but deceptively effective, ready to roll with incoming strikes.
Daniel stood in a standard orthodox stance, feet positioned evenly, shoulders relaxed, breathing steady. His guard was textbook-perfect, but there was an eerily controlled stillness to him, like a loaded gun, waiting for the right moment to shoot.
The energy in the air was palpable.
Neither spoke.
Then, Zack moved.
A quick shuffle forward, his left hand snapping out with a jab. Fast, crisp, precise. A textbook lead jab meant to test Daniel's reaction.
Daniel tilted his head slightly, letting the punch sail past his cheek.
Zack immediately followed up, twisting his hips as he launched a straight right aimed at Daniel's chin.
Daniel blocked it cleanly.
The impact sent a small vibration down his arm, but his footing didn't shift an inch.
Zack didn't hesitate. He pulled back, using the momentum to angle himself away before firing a left hook towards Daniel's ribs, hoping to catch him on the retreat.
But Daniel was already adjusting.
He pivoted subtly, letting Zack's hook skim harmlessly off his side before returning fire with a quick counter-jab to Zack's face.
Zack barely managed to shift his head with the punch grazing his cheek.
The crowd gasped.
Both fighters immediately reset, distancing themselves after the first exchange.
Zack's eyes narrowed slightly.
'He's effortlessly tracking my attacks.'
Most people couldn't follow his hand speed, even his past opponents struggled to react once he started throwing combinations. But Daniel tracked the movements with no effort.
Zack exhaled sharply through his nose.
'Alright then. Let's see how you handle this.'
He moved again.
This time, Zack switched to a classic out-boxing rhythm, bouncing lightly on his feet with his upper body moving fluidly. He flicked out another jab, not aiming to hit but to set up his real attack.
Daniel stepped in.
A split-second shift, his weight moved slightly forward while his lead foot adjusted just right..
Then, Zack saw something that made his stomach tighten.
Daniel threw the exact same jab.
Same speed. Same angle. Same weight shift.
Zack's brain registered it with shock.
'He copied it!?'
But he didn't have time to process it fully, because Daniel wasn't done.
As Zack went to throw his right cross, Daniel did the exact same movement.
A perfect mirror.
Their fists extended at the same time, but Daniel's was faster.
Zack barely managed to tilt his head, avoiding a direct hit.
CRACK.
Daniel's right hand clipped Zack's jaw, forcing him back a step.
Zack's body reacted instinctively. He rolled with the impact, immediately tucking his chin to fire a counter left uppercut.
But Daniel instead of dodging, matched the movement.
Another perfect copy.
Zack's uppercut soared toward Daniel's ribs, only for Daniel to throw the exact same punch at the exact same time.
Except Daniel's landed first.
The impact shook Zack's core.
His footing staggered slightly, and in that moment, Daniel capitalized.
A clean, calculated straight right, sharp and precise, slammed into Zack's nose.
A small splash of blood appeared.
Zack immediately distanced himself, blinking rapidly.
The crowd erupted.
They had hoped for a good match, but no one thought the unknown challenger would be this good.
"Who the hell is this guy?!"
"Did you see that?! He's copying Zack!"
"He's not just copying, he's landing first!"
Zack wiped the small trickle of blood from his nose with the back of his glove while tightening his jaw.
His heart pounded.
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