My First Day in Rust
I Awoke on a road in a strange island, holding a rock in my hands, and storing 2 Bandages and a Torch in my Arse apparently, i noticed i needed food, so i found a rather trusting pig, and took to caving its skull in, WOO I KILLING SOMETHING, My mind screamed with Almost CaveMan like glee, When a wolf promptly came up and joined in the celebrations by eating me. A rather Stark lesson on the Food chain. Perspective thus gained on why i should stay away from thse lovley little Doggies, i set about building a Camp to shame Bear Gryils, all the while reciveing help from a strange naked figure, known only as 'Anal Pirate'. i was Hesitant to accept help, due to prevoius experiances at DayZ, And Anal Pirate sounds like Rolf Harris Steam account, but he proved to be very nice, almost destroying my belief that people are Phallic objects, i say almost, The Many 5.56 Bullets entering my skull begged to differ, as the many squeaky voiced kevlar wearing Raiders gleefully spread everywhere. I again respawned, somewhere near resoucre hole i gather, In the middle of a pack of rad bears TOODLY FUCKPIES! my mind yelled as i hit shift and moved on out. eventully only one bear was stubborn enough to chase me, i found a barn like structure, And using a box managed to jump on the roof, with the bear hanging below, waiting for a Naked/Rock Sandwich, when another Naked ran up and jumped on the roof with me, Well im dead now i thught, when the guy said he was friendly, and had a friend with a gun coming to deal with the bear, the gun guy took a while so i took the inititive, by crouching off the roof, hitting the bear with my rock, the Other guy, Prophetic Lemur Was his name, also took to bashing the bear, so the bears childhood memories are replaced with pictures of rocks, we killed it, and took to a weird tribal dance Screaming TAKE THAT NATURE into the chat, when his friend showed up, they showed me their house, a motly collection of Huts, in the mountain, With 2 other Guys Turkem, and Duty Bound Dead, we all built 1x1s for eacother, and fortified the houses with spike walls, this being hidden in the mountains, we had a great fort, that was defensible and hard to find, one night, Me and Lemur were going for a wood Run >INSERT GENERIC WOOD JOKE< when i noticed a light from the valley, i signalled t emur to follow me, and we found a 2x2 in the valley, i knocked on the door with a rock, not really expecting anyone to come out, when the door flung open, and a man in leather armour, and shotgun standing in the door, JUMPIN JESUS ON A POGO STICK, as i emptied my bowels, and started running around in circles, when the guy, ArCHoN,Calmly said "Dude I'm Friendly", Well, after a change of pants, we started trading, and he siad that he found every bluprint in the game, and that if we gave him the resources, he could craft us things. Well damn i thought, we're getting an actual trading system going on here eventually got to the point where we had a 5 man strong team, 'Mostly' Leather Armour, a P250 to share, and Pipe Shotguns For all. when, calamity struck. 6 guys, Some leather some kevlar, all with guns, all very angry, and very squeaky. after dying many, many, many times we lost our P250, and most of our leather Armour. when Hold On, We ain't letting these guys Push us Around! Gearing up with Bows, cloth armour and Bandages, we set off in the night, staging a sneaky gurrliea war agaisnt these squeaky bastards, after many arrows to the face, they up and left.
This, In my mind, is what Rust is about, Someone pushes you PUSH HARDER, they have a gang, HAVE A BIGGER GANG, you don't get ANYWHERE if you sit in the chat crying Kos and HACXZ (Though i understand real hacking is Fucking Annoying). feel free to post any other stories or points of why you disagree with me.
I wont bother reading that wall of words! utilize paragraphs for the sake of god.
So I had a base, well it wasn't really a base, and it wasn't really mine. It was a town and I was the commanding Military General there. After a while of being an Adolf Hitler with the group and Mei-Keil (My name is Mikhail in game, and I had them sometimes greet me with MEI-KEIL!) so I felt pretty boss and then suddenly guys in kevlar started spewing bullets at the town faster then the shit I began spewing out of my ass when the guns first started. I panicked and grabbed an M4 and kevlar and assembled the troops. "SOLDIERS! ATTACK!" My men fought valiantly when I dashed down the middle of the field, turning their brains to a nice frothy soup. Eventually after a few kills, I die and they start to jump over the perimeter and slaughering the populace. I ran out of kevlar. My soldiers were on their last sleeping bags. We had no where else to go. We holed up inside the guard tower (which is basically the capitol of the town) and began to kill anyone dumb enough to stand in the open. Eventually they pushed to the inside of the base and began raiding what they didn't already get from previous strikes (which I should mention is how I became dictator, they started attacking and I came over with my guns and drove them back for a few days). Eventually they break down my quarters. My gear is now gone. I have nothing left. They have it all now. At the last moment before the top floor is broken into, the last of the guards barricaded themselves into a 1x1 room, with a large wood storage against the door as their only cover. They have minimal firearms and death is certain. The footsteps close in and the ticking of the bomb is in sync of the seconds to the end of the once great city. The bomb blows in the metal door, the only door holding back the things that would end us. Like a bra holding back large breast that could choke you, it burst open, and the barrage of gunfire let loose. When the smoke cleared, the kevlars remained standing, with empty clips. in the middle of the doorway laid a wood storage box. Suddenly the crate tips slightly on the weight of 5 men rushing out, armed with P250's and shotguns, decimating the armed assailants. Then the last of the kevlars retreat, only to be sniped on the way out with our new-found M4's. We now had everything we had lost.
Sometimes luck is all you need. Sometimes all you need is a little crate.
Other times you need guns. Lots of guns.
In the end they raided us with the force of the entire clan-- 15 well trained and fully prepared kevlars against 10 unprepared and some naked with few guns and few bullets. We didn't stand any chance.
The point is that in desperation we thought quickly and came up with an idea that in the end bought us time.
Needless to say the real leaders of the town were basically retarded and I left them and eventually joined the clan that attacked us.
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