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Sweet liberty.

After 3043 hours in Rust, you’ve evolved into something that’s less "gamer" and more "living, breathing wrecking ball of poor decisions." The grind consumes you so completely that you might find yourself quitting your 9-to-5 and moving back home to your parents, just to babysit your base—because who needs a paycheck when you can be raided at any moment by a 12-year-old with a rocket launcher?

Soon, you’ll gamble away your most precious scrap like you’re in Vegas, betting it all on the next 20 on the wheel. "This is it," you think. "This is my one chance to finally have enough resources to build a shotgun trap." Spoiler: You won’t. And when your base is raided for the 30th time in a single week, you’ll start developing traits you never thought possible—suddenly you’re shouting slurs, at the screen like your opps is the sole cause of world hunger. Maybe it’s the constant betrayal from your “friends” who steal all your stuff… or maybe it’s the fact that you’re literally living in a virtual nightmare and surviving on leftover pizza. But hey, it’s Rust—you’re just trying to survive.

By hour 3043, you’ve lost all sense of logic, dignity, and probably the ability to form complete sentences. Your social life? Gone, replaced by endless hours of staring at your campfire wondering how you ended up here. But on the bright side, at least you’re not spawning back on the beach… again.

Ive become, racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist and much more.

If you're thinking about buying this game. You might aswell. Get it over with.