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The cruelest thing I have done on Rust was...in my eyes hilarious as it was sad.
I was running back to my home after a day hunting. I had just started playing. It was at sunset and I suddenly heard a plane coming. I looked up and it dropped 1 crate about 50 meters away from my house. I ran up the hill to where it fell, and found a lone naked man.
I saw him empty the crate into his backpack. I ran up to him and hit him on the head as hard as I could with my rock. Somehow... He survived and starting running.
I couldn't give up! I needed what he had! I had to have it! I chased him down the mountain for around 3km. He started running up a step mountain side with dense rocks. I felt that I might loose him at any moment... I had to catch him... My life depended on it!!!!
My luck came. He was short of breath and took one wrong step... He slipped of a rock and broke his legs. I watched him for a moment as he lay there with his rock ready to defend..
I took my time carefully climbing down the rock face. We looked at each other for a moment. He was backed into a corner with no where to go. He knew his fate... I knew mine.
With one strong crack... He collapsed in a heap on the group. I emptied his backpack while begging for forgiveness.
I then headed home to safety... Thanking the gods for my fortune.
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I guess I'll make this a 'post your' thread
One time, I was in a rad town, and a shirtless guy ran past me. I followed him and found that he was in the middle of stripping a red loot bag- right as he turned around I blasted him.
I have a lot of ammo now.
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We need a subforum called "Rust Stories" for all this stuff.
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After being a douche, what did you get in your bag hot shot?
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oh douche? you must be 7 year old
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Was this last night? This exact thing happened to me, but I was the guy who broke my legs.
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And you just created a account to ask that?
Man, I'm sure you had a great inventory.
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I just started playing last night, so yes. I was just curious if it was the same incident, I don't even know what the items I grabbed were.
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Nope, 36 and a nurse, thank you very much. Does asshole? Moron? Asswipe? Nimrod? make you feel better?oh douche? you must be 7 year old
Edit: anazhd, I generally agree with what you post too :(
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Keep those nasty words out of here
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Yeah, we're here to talk about a game where we regularly kill one another, not be subject to foul language! Sheesh!
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As long you kill your enemies gentle, it's fine.
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Agreed, I won't say nimrod ever again. I was seriously curious what the OP got in his bag. Don't know if he'll see this, he's too busy posting more threads.
I don't know what comes in the air drops?
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Heh, here's one for ya. So i was building a 4x4 house and decided to build a tower with windows in the top for sniping and i had a door up the tower and a door to the roof of the house.
While i was out harvesting a typical KoS bandit in leather decided to chase me with his shotgun, and i did the stupidest thing ever, running back to my house. However instead of running into my house i accedently ran into the tower and the guy decided to run right behind me before my door closed in order to kill me inside my house, well i managed to lock him inside a 4 floor tower that only lead to my roof. Well he managed to kill me but his only was out was a c4, to suicide or to risk jumping down. Before he managed to jump down i managed to spawn in my house and get outside to hear him complaining and trying to get me to get him out while trying to shoot me from my 4th floor with a shotgun till eventually he decided to jump, well he broke his legs and was down to less than 10hp and i managed to finish him off with my rock for all my stuff, a shotgun, a leather set, an mp5 with no ammo and some kevlar part bluprints.
TL:DR - I forgot what i was writing about.
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Oh and you've never killed someone before?
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I really don't understand why you are so upset about me posting threads? Everyone does it...Have you got a weird fetish with hating on people and being a douche because they share their Rust experiences? Ah you have never had an airdrop? You're probably too busy finding nice people to troll.
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Way too go! That's even more bad ass than me!
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Certain overemphasis and self-deceit in terms of "surviving"
But story is funny) More funny will be if victim didn't manage to empty the crate and you've left it far behind
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LOL. Thank you for your response. Yeah that would have sucked. The crate disappeared though.. I guess it was empty then?
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I......I....killed a rabbit
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I have a story, and what happened actually disturbed me a bit…
We were on our way from raiding some foolish player, who despite his large fortress, still didn’t decide to remove that one wooden door (he he he easy pickings).
On our way back to base we cut through a mountain range, in an attempt to avoid other players.
It was then halfway through the rocky mound we came across a group of young players. I could tell they were young by their voices, they couldn’t be a day older than 12.
They were busy constructing a small fort of 4 by 4 foundations, walls all round but no doors or ceilings yet… it was getting there.
So that’s when decided to add a little more loot to the night’s raid. We rushed them well they were in the building so they would have no place to run.
Before they had any chance of putting doors up we were in, they knew what was about to happen. With no way of overpowering the fully geared Kevlar and m4’s bandits now in their home, they did the only thing they could do… beg for their lives.
for a small amount of time we just stood there, listing to the pleading voices of these kids, begging us to spear their lives... a moment later we opened up on them, quelling the screams.
There was a awkward moment of silence after, it felt a bit too real like we had just murdered some children. I headed back to the base, I’m not sure if any of my clan mates looted the biddies.
After getting back to base I said to my clan “well that’s enough for one night” and feeling a little disturbed i logged off.
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I chased a pig, and I had no pants, I chased a chicken, I had no pants, I chased a deer, I had no pants. I now have pants. Thank you animals after hugging your back side for a length of time and swinging my rock down upon your behind, I now have something to cover my junk.
~Disturbing story ya (still more disturbing to see a group of naked guys chasing a deer though)
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Fucking disgusting. Get the hell out, community doesn't need fucked up people like you.
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Don't be. Those same pleading children will turn into snarling rabid animals and brain you with whatever tool they've got to hand the moment they think you're tabbed into your inventory or otherwise indisposed.
Edit: A thread about cruelty, I speak a li'l bit o' cruel truth and get dumb rated by a lurker, LOL. If anyone here has never experienced that exact phenomenon then you've obviously never once tried to be helpful huh.
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Here's a good one for you guys, I was out hunting bear for leather and only had a bow, stone hatchet, 5 cooked chicken breasts, 20 arrows. I ended up killing 2 bear but didn't have time to craft armor as I saw a guy with full leather armor and a mp5 with laser sight, and what I thought was a silencer. I chased him and hid behind tree after tree until it became dark. I then saw him hold out a flare in the middle of the night, I could tell he was pretty new to the game. so I waited for him to start crafting which he did. I think he started to craft a torch because his flare ran out. It was dusk, little but enough light to hit him. I took the shot and he arrow hit him in the back then he started yelling "Stop please I'm friendly!" He started shooting everywhere trying to hit me, then I shot and hit him in the leg. He was begging for mercy but I wanted the leather more! That was it...I finally shot him in the chest and he dropped. I took the leather, mp5 with 60 bullets torch, food, 245 wood, 20 wood planks. It was definatly worth the guilt that I had to deal with for the next 5 minutes :D
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Music to mug by:
(seems appropriate for the thread.)
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This... this is brilliant. I am doing this except i am putting two doors on the building. One on the ground level and one on the second level to go out. Going to make it 5-6 floors too. Thanks for the wonderful idea! There are way too many bandits in this game to deal with (I tried to play solo on a 50 person active server but the only progress I made was a shack in the mountains. No resources thanks to dieing everytime I went down the hill) so this may be a hillarious way to deal with them.
EDIT: To be on topic,
The cruelest thing I have done? Watched someone farm wood for about 15 minutes, then snuck up on them and killed them with my shotgun. Yes, lazy, but I needed that wood and I wasn't fond of the idea of gathering it myself where I can easily be spotted...
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Was out side my base looking for stuff to mine when I found 2 naked dudes. One with a bow chasing the other. I ran up behind the bandit and gave him a swift shotgun shell to the back. Started looting the bandit and he had 5 explosives on him! Next thing I know he must have spawned near and came at me out of desperation with a rock. Shot his raggedy body down and went back to my place to learn explosives.
Was a good day to be Robin Hood.
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Last weekend my friend and I picked a few servers to go on and pvp from scratch with no help, we had good results! As soon as we had a bow, some arrows, a revolver and some ammo we went hunting and stalking some prey.
On most servers the kills came easy and we ended up really well decked out. Only on one server did we "break even" with kills / losses and it was hosted by the DoubleDutch clan so props to them.
Our most hardcore kill was as follows:
Middle of the night we chased a guy into his shelter. My friend and I circled it whispering threatening taunts of impending death. We moved off and took position. the guy begged for us to let him out. Finally he came out and we shoot him dead. He re-spawned and shut the door. We then beat his door down with our hatchets (lots of talk in local chat), killed him again and cleaned out everything he owned!
2 mins after this we got another two kills. We couldn't carry all the loot back to our base!
Pretty harsh but a lot of fun. The first FPS experience I have had that felt a bit EvE Online :) :)
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One day, I was out resource collecting with full kevlar and my trusty MP5. I came across 2 small wood shelters, both with no doors and a fire outside. I decided to investagate, and what I did find was 2 people inside. Now, they were both naked and I would have left them alone, however one had a gun and was hiding on the side. I decided I wanted that gun, and not let people move into my fav resource gathering area, so I sidestepped and killed the guy around the corner with a gun. Then the remaining guy started pleading for his life. I looked at him, he looked at me, almost crying into the mic. Then I shot him, looted his friend and left. I could not let him have the chance to hit me with a rock while I was looting his friends corps and I wanted to protect the resource area, win win for me.
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Good work! I love it! Yeah those pleading little voices turn into smart ass voices that are aggressive and heartless. Once they get some power they will kos anyone.
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So this is kind of a backstory and a series of events, but this is more a story of a dark room and how it came to be, than it is about any 1 single encounter.
A few months back i had been playing on a relatively low pop server that was increasing in popularity by the day. There had not been a wipe here for quite some time and as a result i had more Low Quality Metal than you could shake a stick at.
I hadn't put a lot of thought in to my first base (ever) and as a result i had accidentally placed some walls too close together, meaning that i couldn't put a ceiling around the outer edges of my base, and having this small walled walk way around the outside of my base seemed to attract a lot of people to jump in there, and occasionally people would jump in without the resources or explosive to get themselves out, which gave me a great idea for my next base and the opportunity to jump in to the most disturbing roleplay i have ever undertaken.
So i went about designing my metal base, put a good amount of thought in to it and came up with a house that had 2 player traps in it (only 1 was intentional), the first of which was quiet simple, on the roof of my house there was an open ceiling space, i intended it to look like i had plans to extend the base but didn't have the materials so under the open space i placed some workbenches and boxes (completely empty) this level of my base was not connected to any other part of my base, blowing the walls or the doors would only lead you back out. The second was actually a design flaw that worked to my advantage, i had built in to the side of a rock face and as a result a gap was left in in the corner of a room, the angle of the rock meant that you could fall in, but building out was impossible. However, i had no idea this gap existed.
Until...
One fine day i am strolling through my recently build "secure" base blissfully unaware of the hole in my roof when i opened a door to pass through the room and to my surprise there was a man standing there, who proceeded peel my face back with a shotgun blast. I assumed i had left the front door open as i had heard no explosive go off and after a few minutes of silence i decided i would venture out in to the section of the house i encountered the bandit in again. This time armed with a pistol i was feeling a little more brave but i had only 1 intention, to dart through the room and close my front door! there were 2 rooms in between the room i had encountered the bandit in and my front door, as i ran through the first i found the man was still inside and followed me in to the next room, where, in my panicked state i clicked madly at my front door and actually opened it, and after killing me again for good measure the bandit waltzed on out.
And so i assumed the saga was over, i respawned walked back through my now empty house and closed the front door, not giving too much thought as to how the bandit got in. However 20 minutes or so later, after gathering some friends (nakeds) who had just started on this server in to my house and leaving them in my front "lobby" the attacker was back, this time my naked friends saw how he had slipped through the crack in the roofing and once again become stuck. They explained to me what had happened and suddenly i realized the tables had turned on the would be bandit.
After killing all the nakeds and i can only assume having a good search for a way out a voice came over voice chat "let me out of here, and no one else gets hurt", i had a chuckle to myself and replied to my unwelcome guest "So, are you enjoying the guest room? I Hope you're comfortable, you might be in there a while!", to which he answered "I don't care, i got 43 food" and i could only respond to that with "Well then your in for a long stay, i might need to ask for rent."
Delighted with how things had turned out i waited for the bandit to commit suicide and return all my lost gear. But it still wasn't over, perhaps it was for this man, but when i realized i had to seal this room off from the main part of my house i decided to place a few large storage creates inside so that others might be enticed in, only this time there would be a metal wall between us. And this changed me in a profound way, i suddenly found myself WANTING people to find my base, so that i could slip in to my buffalo bill costume and stand atop the rocks surrounding my house and terrorize any unfortunate by passers who had been lured in to my dungeon with the phrase "IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!!"
These events gave me far more pleasure than i would like to admit.
This went on for a while until basically the whole server learned of this room and not to jump in there. But the funny thing was the first guy who got stuck in there had gotten somewhat attached to this room aswell, affectionately claiming it as his own, so when a victim with no mic had become stuck in this room and i had finished giving them my usual rev up they would type in world chat "LET ME OUT", and my first ever house guest would ask "Someone stuck in my room again? :D".
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Man, I have yet to kill someone in cold blood, it is so hard. Even if a guy comes up to me in kevlar and I have rad armor on, I have to say "IM FRIENDLY!!" and they shoot me. I want to trust people in Kevlar, but I just can't do it. Anyone who doesn't respond when I ask if their friendly are getting shot. I'm sorry but that is how it is going to be.
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Rule #1 of Rust: Trust nobody.
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One time I partnered with this guy he had to logged off. Me and this other guy went back to the hanger. We saw him and Asked him why he was there. He said he died. Then he pulls out a shotgun and shoots us both. He ended up being a person who changed his name and my real partner was really logged out. Hope I don't start seeing this a ton...
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I just want to say, I really love this thread. Keep the stories coming!
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This needs to be vidded!
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I saw this guy chasing down a naked guy with his bow shooting at him.
By the time I ran up the poor naked guy was already killed and the killer was looting his body.
Needless to say I took a good aim with my bow and killed the killer.
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Then looted both bodies and ran away~
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That is awesome! What a sweet idea!
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Thank you! Yeah I didn't realize how popular it would become. I love hearing everyone's experiences! Keep the stories coming guys!
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LOL!Hahahaha didn't expect a respond like this xD
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So, I set up a temporary shelter as a staging area with sleeping bag and storage near a rad town. This works fine for a while.
One day I discover ammo and a P250 in the town, along with other supplies and return to my staging area. I stand there, organizing my crates and listening to people walk down the road outside when suddenly I hear a hatchet on my door.
I peek outside with my torch and see that he's pretty well equipped, he might even have a gun. He sees my torch and steps back a bit, but continues hacking at the door. So I get my p250 from the crate, aim at the door, pray, open it, and fire blindly. 3 of my shots connect to his chest and head, and I end up getting his hatchet, his p250, and his shittons of ore, as well as his cloth outfit.
Later he told me that he thought I was afk and wanted all my shit.
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Only real encounter i had. Shortly after my first time being raided i had not replaced the door on my shelter. I was standing inside processing ore and trying to get another door up, metal this time. i see a naked start walking towards my door, i pull out my bow and he stops. then slowly walks away backwards. i figure he got the message and continue to my task. a couple minutes later i hear THUNK, an arrow narrowly misses my open door and hits the doorframe instead. Its on i thought. i leave my hut bow in hand and me and the other guy begin to lop arrows at each other as we strafe left and right to avoid the other player. My shots where more true and eventually dropped him. I still had something like 15-20 arrows on me and when i looted the guy i saw he only had about 4. If i hadnt killed him then, i would have killed him when he ran out of arrows.
on a similar note, someone had dropped a sleeping bag, campfire and box in the partially placed foundation of a building i was trying to make 20 feet from my hut. I think this was the same guy. I looted the box and found a couple pieces of gear that i knew i had in my boxes when raided. guess the little vulture came and cleaned out what the others didnt take
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