The game encourages the use of an open mic, further ensuring that you're fully subjected to the worst of what 100 random people on an open server have to offer verbally. They're out for blood, hunting other players for sport, and they say whatever they please, knowing there are no in-game means for reporting them for doing so. Rust's lawlessness encourages the worst in a player base that can often be toxic. You're thrown hopelessly into the game with no tutorials or explanations. You're forced to play either on an official server or on a private server that you pay to rent. Rust does not offer personal save files where you can congregate with just your friends or play alone safely while learning the ropes. The elements, the animals, and - most importantly - the other players. But I shortly found myself bashed in the head with a rock by another scantily clad player who had just spawned.Įverything in Rust wants to kill you. The next spawn saw me in a slightly safer locale, at least as far as potentially deadly livestock went. During one of my earliest attempts at the game, I spawned into a river where another player attempted to hunt a horse, only for the spooked horse to hit and kill me immediately. Source: Double Eleven (Image credit: Source: Double Eleven)
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