Whackjob's first Rust run! A tale of wolf bites, malevolence, and wolf bites - Rust

I bought the game on the advice of a customer at a business I work at. "Play RUST" he says. "You'll love it!" he says. What is it? "Doesn't matter." he says. "You'll love it!" he says. Sigh. He was right. I fished out twenty bucks from the entertainment slush fund and plopped it down on a copy. Ten minutes later I pick out a non-official stock PvP server and hop in. I saw no videos. I saw no wiki. I went in blind, and it was wonderful. I find I'm in a field. There's structures nearby. I move away from them and head out into the bush. A wolf takes offense and a rock to the head. I take a number of wolf bites. I die. I spawn again and I run. I run into a bear and a wolf. I'm mauled by the bear and killed by the wolf. I spawn and run again. Hello, wolves. Hello, cliff. My legs shatter and the wolves feast. I respawn again. This time I find a suitable (I thought) area and started to build. I get a flimsy wooden shack up with a wooden door. Night falls and I cower inside. I'm already starving. I hear voices... people come. They see my shack. Between the boards, they can see me inside. One of them is wounded, they ask for bandages. I don't have anything. They claim they're friendly. I step out for a moment (checking their numbers) and see three of them. They keep getting close to me and I keep backing off. I run back inside and slam the door when one tries to move around to my side. Axes come out and they start chopping away at the door. The length of time they spend on it is misleading. For a while there I thought it was all a matter of show. They try to cajole me outside anyway. The door falls and I bolt. I run straight off a large rock and a wolf again feasts. Later that night, I see one of them message the area, telling the others to follow the torch so they can find their way home. I come also. I am not armed, I've got nothing to fight with, other than old handrock. After a period of time, listening to them speak to each other, I leap inside the building from above. I crack one with the handrock, and I bolt, looping around. After a few more passthroughs I get a good few shots on a bow wielder, doing pretty good damage, I would think. Another plunges a pickaxe into my midsection and I die. So that's my intro. Like the game already, and I'll be around quite a bit more. This is fun. Even losing is fun. I like fun.

that pretty much sums up my first day. much mauling by wolves(bears gave up quicker, as long as i just kept running), and starving due to walking out of the playable are. i got lost in the dark, ended up making a campfire on top of a larger rock to avoid freezing to death. a seemingly nice naked bald guy came over, sang at me over voice for most of the night, then proceeded to hatchet the back of my head when i left to explore further when the sun had come up XD that said, a few "days" later, i had a player randomly build me a shack, and hand me everything they had before they logged out, including a metal hatchet, full leather and a door. rust is full of assholes. and nice people. and hackers, and pros and noobs. and its like a big sandbox full of guns and wolves:)

I managed to get a shed up my first night hehe. Had two before I had to bail for teh night... a steel door one. Not that I expect it to do me much good, mind you. I'm fully expecting to log in tonight and see two shacks with no doors and nothing inside. But that's fine. The important stuff is elsewhere.

[QUOTE=Whackjob;45423344]I managed to get a shed up my first night hehe. Had two before I had to bail for teh night... a steel door one. Not that I expect it to do me much good, mind you. I'm fully expecting to log in tonight and see two shacks with no doors and nothing inside. But that's fine. The important stuff is elsewhere.[/QUOTE] anything with a door will be raided, it's just a matter of time;) i will say though, often people will not bother with c4'ing a 1x1 unless its close enough to a Rad site to possibly get some good stuff. wood shacks decay quite quickly, and can be broken separately to a door, but i've never tried breaking one with a metal door. its possible the entire thing will be gone;) i too have hidden goodies...very worthwhile, but some inquisitive buggers find all the good hiding spots. oh and btw, welcome:)

Hrm. So the shacks decay in 12 hours. Interesting. I guess that you can't "refresh" those? So odds are I will be homeless when I de-office for the evening. Oh well. I suppose, provided my nemeses aren't on, that I can always hack the door down and put my own on there.

can repair them with wood the same way as proper buildings(ie put some wood in your hotbar, and press that number while facing the wooden thing you want to repair), but they can just be bashed in with a hatchet/pickaxe unlike proper wooden structures with wood walls:) also opening the doors resets the decay delay, so if you drop in occasionally to repair it, it might stay alive. and remember that there is a 5 min lockout period before placing another door when it is broken down;)

When that door came down, I didn't get back there for maybe fifteen minutes haha! I am totally unfamiliar with all the terrain here. I was lucky I found it. Building right next to the road probably helped and will curse me in the long run. But oh well. The more I gotta rebuild, the faster I will be at it.

My first day in Rust I managed to stay alive long enough to build a shelter tucked up in the hills, making supply runs while distant gunfire caused my heart-rate to skitter and miss. Then a crate floated out of the sky and landed, precariously atop a rock formation close to my home. I scrambled up, leaped a chasm of death, and recovered the loot. Then I felt very exposed and frightened. I made for home as quickly as I could, expecting the crack of a rifle from behind at any moment. I made it home, and sat there staring at my new loot like I was some unwholesome cross between a squirrel and the creature Golum. Then I logged off. I logged back on. I awoke as though I'd spent a night on the whiskey - in a field I had no recollection of falling asleep in. I eventually found my way back home, but, cresting the hill, I saw my little shack staring back at me with the same ransacked emptiness I expect you'd see if you ever looked a hooker in the eye. The game's like an abusive partner that I know is bad for me, yet can't stop returning to because: this time'll be different. Rust fucks you up, but does so so very very sweetly.