My return to Rust goes effectively, aside from my freakish Weapons N’ Roses-loving neighbor capturing me each time I attempt to hold string lights on my roof

As a lot as I would prefer to sustain the charade that I am not a really aggressive participant in most video games, the diploma to which I have been mendacity to myself has change into painfully evident as I get again into Rust. It has been some time, however now I keep in mind why I give up—this recreation brings the satan out of me. A petty, vindictive, camping-outside-your-door-at-night satan.

In my protection, I am completely nice once you’re good to me. However kill me exterior the recycler after I’ve simply traded hoards of junk for valuables? Menace. Perhaps not probably the most threatening menace, as I am not an excellent shot, however on the very least I am lobbing grenades in your door earlier than you’re taking me down. Cross me in any recreation the place there was an possibility for peace and I’ll provoke revenge mode whereas additionally reverting to my elementary faculty protection of effectively, he began it.

My return to Rust, a social survival recreation for psychopaths that I’ve misplaced weeks of my life to over the previous seven years, has been largely chill, with just one or two situations of me going full Liam Neeson in Taken over a handful of steel fragments and a spoiled rooster breast. I attempted to speak the primary man down: I knew he was my neighbor and did not need to begin any beef, however he shot me as I left the Bandit Camp with recycled goodies.

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Typically folks in Rust will not kill you if you happen to enchantment to some base intuition of disgrace. I attempted shouting “I am bare, I am bare!” as many nude, unarmed Rust gamers do. No luck this time. Being the survival hellscape that it’s, he did not care and dipped with my stacks of treasured metals. I spent the subsequent couple hours launching a number of failed revenge plots, with one half-success once I blew up his good friend (and myself) in a feat so ridiculous I may hear them each cackling because the display went darkish.

I made the split-second resolution to bolt by the entrance gate once I noticed my neighbor had a good friend opening and shutting the door. I used to be half-dressed, armed solely with a handful of grenades and mushrooms for therapeutic, and claimed the good friend as my sufferer once I realized I wasn’t going to outlive lengthy sufficient to succeed in my neighbor on the roof. At the least all of us had a superb snicker.

That is effective although. No matter. I am not mad or something. I simply packed up my measly assortment of junk and moved to a brand new, secluded dwelling within the jungle. It is what I wanted, you recognize? A recent begin, someplace nobody knew me amongst all of the man-eating panthers, crocodiles, and snakes.

Cue Welcome to The Jungle

I used to be delighted to discover a handy spot away from different gamers, so I constructed and not using a care on the planet. The very best gamers will inform you to not use or put on a bunch of flashy crap to draw consideration, however Rust has string lights and a Dracula cape within the retailer and I did not appear to have any neighbors. What if I indulged somewhat?

So there I used to be, standing on my roof with solely a picket mallet and 14 ft of string lights, bare because the day I used to be born from the waist down, ridiculous vibrant crimson Dracula vest and cape from the waist up. I heard pictures whiz by, however absolutely that is not at me? Absolutely nobody is capturing at a festive, half-dressed vampire hanging lights.

Improper. In some way I would missed the man who arrange a brand new base throughout from me whereas I used to be offline.

“I am bare, I am bare!” I attempted shouting once more, despite the fact that I am clearly carrying a ridiculous vampire cape and armed with a spool of lights. I would most likely shoot me too. He did not say something, simply continued firing as he sauntered again to his base. I died standing by myself roof, however I used to be delighted once I realized he wasn’t coming to steal my string lights (or the extra beneficial stuff inside my base). He did not even make an try.

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I attempted to maintain my chill once I respawned. Perhaps it was a mistake, and I may see him nonetheless exterior engaged on his base, so I made a decision to make peace. I walked over, informed him I used to be the individual constructing close by and requested if he had any scrap to promote. No response. High quality. That is effective. At the least he did not shoot me once more. I walked again dwelling, and we peacefully ignored one another for the night.

After which it occurred: one thing broke our unstated and apparently one-sided armistice. I used to be on my roof, extra bare than ever with a recent provide of braided lights, and he shot me lifeless. Once more.

I hollered as I went down, yelling for him to thoughts his enterprise as I hit the bottom. He nonetheless did not say something, however whereas I waited to bleed out and respawn, I heard a distant tune taking part in over voice chat: “Welcome to the jungle, we received enjoyable and—”

The absurdity made me instantly neglect any petty revenge schemes. I laughed so exhausting I cried, and he nonetheless did not say a rattling factor. We largely ignored one another till the subsequent day when he abruptly did the identical factor once more, however this time I used to be on my roof eradicating my string lights. Whereas I used to be offline this man had constructed a second tower between our bases, and once I logged again in he parked himself on the roof in a plastic chair, took his time, after which shot me.

“In case you received the cash, honey, we received your illness—”

I laughed so exhausting I could not even preserve my hand on my mouse. I’ve had some fairly ridiculous Rust experiences, however none fairly so unusual as this man who seemingly hates festive lighting and communicates solely by Weapons ‘n’ Roses. Perhaps he simply hates individuals who adorn out of season, or perhaps he simply did not need me attracting folks to our neighboring bases with my lack of Rust constructing etiquette.

I assume I will by no means know as a latest server wipe separated us, however I will ceaselessly miss my mysterious, bizarre Welcome to The Jungle soundboard neighbor. I believed I may maintain a grudge in opposition to anybody on this recreation, however you actually introduced me to my knees.