So I thought I’d share a little story from one of my first days of playing Rust (Yesterday)
I was wandering around, learning the the game the hard way, as I like to do. I was wearing a couple kevlar pieces, an MP5 and a hatchet, feeling rather confident. I wandered into factory radtown, killed a couple of zombies and my rad levels were quickly rising. I had read that once you hit 500 rads, your HP drops until it hits 1. Well, I was about to learn, the hard way, that this was incorrect. I was already running away from the area as fast as I could, seeing as how my health was dropping rapidly. The last time I checked my rad count was just under 1300.
After I respawned, I quickly made my way back to my corpse to recover all my good stuff and resources. There were 4 people on the server at the time (which is why I was bold enough to venture so far from my base) and lo and behold, there was a naked fella standing over my corpse. I ran up and opened my backpack, at which point he whipped out my pipe shotgun and killed me with it.
After I respawned, I put some comments in the chat, about how he was a dick for killing me and looting my corpse. I ran back to my corpse to see if there was anything still on it. There was, but I didn’t have time to pick anything up before a zombie was trying to eat my brain.
After I respawned, I ran back once more, this time I saw my killer on the road before I got there. In my fury, I whipped out my rock and tried hitting him. I missed, and he whipped out my pipe shotgun again and started shooting me. I decided a tactical retreat was in order, and he was chasing me, shooting and missing as I was zig-zagging and bunnyhopping. I tried running towards zombies to see if they would aggro him, to no avail. He wasted a lot of ammo, but not all of it, unfortunately.
After I respawned, I ran back again. By now I was engaged in a drawn-out debate about the dickishness of my killer, and I seemed to be making some headway as he started to agree that yes, it was kind of a dick move. I got back to my corpse and recovered a hatchet and a couple of resources he’d left behind.
Eventually he apologized for his dickishness, although he had semi-reasonable justification, mainly that he didn’t know it was my corpse and the old “better to shoot than get shot”. He offered me my things back, but since he was new on the server I told him to keep it. I was doing ok, and I’d rather someone new to server get my loot than someone who was well established.
Well, five minutes later I was back to farming resources. Suddenly he asked if the bolt action rifle was any good. I told him it was supposedly the best gun in the game. He said he had found one and wanted to give it to me! He didn’t want to be a dick. So we met up, I grabbed the rifle, told him to keep the ammo, ran to my house and used a research kit on it, and gave the rifle back.
The moral of the story is: It doesn’t always pay to be an asshole, and not everyone is an asshole. It’s much better for you in the long run to make a friend and ally than killing everyone you see for the instant gratification of a few resources and maybe a weapon or two.
I’ve been adamant that I won’t became a KOS’er in this game, and while it’s sometimes hard to not shoot the people I occasionally see farming my valley, and it’s frustrating to suddenly hear a gunshot and die, having an experience like this makes it that much easier to stay cool and friendly.