Look at this bad bitch, now I know what you are all thinking. “Dog shut that shit up, Garry Newman has a wife and kids to worry about, I got E-pirates coming in guns hot to each Rust server, plowing down my 2 by 2 wood cabin and stealing all 200 of my metal fragments.”
What I have to say to you is just hold the fuck up yourself. You remember that sweet chill that you got the first time you blasted some sweaty goon into mid-air goop with your shotgun?
Imagine that same shit but from atleast 40 feet farther back.
And I mean lets be fucking real here, these pecker-flapping cavemen aren’t going to make some Davinci ass pipe-guns with some stone and wood. Packing down a long stick with some pebbles and then lighting that shitter off with some simple gunpowder and lever action is SOME REAL ASS IMMERSIVE GAMEPLAY.
One day I’m going to connect my $3000 Oculus Rift into my steam machine console and I expect to die of starvation when I forget the real world exists since my technologically accurate gameplay in Rust tricked my 93 IQ point mind into thinking I was Robert E. Lee