more curious than anything, i’m wondering what the most memorable first death was for you:)
mine was first night on a vanilla server. i’d wandered off, gotten lost and now i was cold. so i found a large rocky space to light a fire and keep warm, hoping no wolves or bears would roam around to eat me. in the distance, getting closer i hear singing, and see a naked skipping merrily toward me. douse the fire. he comes closer, still singing about…well i cant say the words, but different nationalities…anyway, he seems harmless, so i let him warm himself by the fire. we dance, he sings. gives me some chicken. nice time had by all.
the sun starts to rise, so i head on my way. so he cracks my skull open from behind with the metal hatchet he was hiding the entire night XD
taught me that everyone is a potential threat…people will kill you in this game just because they can. later that game i was given a shelter, armour, food, metal hatchet and pick, guns…everything i could need by a person about to log off for a while. i learnt that although people will kill you for no reason, some people will help you for exactly the same reason…because they can.
interesting little social experiment, Rust:)