I remember a few months ago, I was sitting in my base trying to sort things after my friend had come back from looting/collecting before he went AFK. About halfway through sorting the chests, I began to hear footsteps outside, so I asked: “Hello?”. All I get answered with is a guy whom I thought was doing a joke Southern drawl (turns out it was his real voice; I felt bad later) saying: “Open up your door and let us in”. It was night-time, so I could see how many there were, but I knew that there was at least 4 or 5 of them, so in a Southern accent, I said something back along the lines of : “Nope, ahm too scurred”. That led to a debate that they were friendly and just wanted to share things, and me telling them “No thank you” repeatedly, and then C4 ticking on the wall. At this point, I’m panicking, because we’re in a 3x1 tower with my friend AFK on the second floor, and C4 in the chest for the day (we usually moved it to a random floor before going to sleep at night). As I’m running the C4 up about 6 floors, they start yelling “Have a goodnight” “We fixed your wall” and such. I figured it would be some sort of trap, so I put all of my belongings in a chest and went into the main room expecting a shotgun to the face, only to find about 10 P250s, 4 sets of leather armour, and a stack or so of bullets in the main room, with the wall fully repaired.
TL;DR Rust is such a damn weird game, with strange people, and I love it.