Rust

great game if u wanna kill yourself while sticking ur balls in a blender.

If you don't have a job, wife, husband, kid, mother, father, family, friend, school, or societal obligation to contribute to your community in any meaningful form or fashion then this game might be for you.

My first time playing this game I spawned in and started gathering materials, after 30 minutes of that I went to make a base. I got shot and called the n-word before dying.

8/10 game requires a nasa super computer to run it perfectly. I have mastered all slurs in every language.

I can say it is one of the most calm and relaxing survival games you can play right now.
players are always kind, patient and willing to help, especially those with thousands of hours. they really make an effort to guide new players and ensure everyone has a good experience. probably one of the most welcoming communities in gaming.
cheating is basically non existent thanks to EAC, it’s been handled really well. never had any issues with cheating at all.
best feature that they added in the game is the Proximity chat and it is very useful for socialising and making friends with randoms.
so if you haven’t got Rust already, you should get it now! It’s only £30 and definitely worth paying for, honestly. I’d even swear on my uncle.
Thanks for reading. Happy April, Fools!

Rust is not about survival, it's about people. People think that Rust is about survival, about campfires, food, tools, and stone. No. Rust is about people, and people are worse than beasts. You meet a person, and he shouts to you: "friendly, friendly," throws you food, smiles, and ten minutes later you wake up without a sleeping bag, without loot, and without a home. And the scariest thing, you know what? That you are not even angry anymore, you expected it. In this game, you can't trust anyone, but for some reason, you still sometimes do. Rust is about betrayal, revenge, paranoia. It's not just a survival game, it's a real social experiment. And at some point, you become the one you used to hate. You raid newcomers, take the last cloth from homeless people, and set traps in the bushes. You just hated door campers, and five minutes later you are sitting with a shotgun at someone's house. Rust first breaks you, and then rebuilds you, but as a different person. In Minecraft, you build, in Alchemy, you follow, in The Forest, you defend, and in Rust, you learn to be a beast. And not because you want to, but because otherwise you simply won't survive. Yes, Rust gives you a sense of trust, but only to break it. There are no neutrals here, only enemies and not-yet-enemies. At first, you defend yourself, and then you learn to take revenge. Rust re-educates you, your morals adapt to a new world where kindness is a weakness. And gradually, you turn into the person you complained about in the first hours of the game.

I’ve played Rust for over a thousand hours, but if you’re thinking of joining… don’t. I’m writing this as a warning, not advice. Because Rust isn’t a game. It’s a place. And once you set foot on that island, a part of you stays there forever—usually the part that sleeps peacefully.

My first night in Rust, I built a tiny shack. Four walls, a door, a campfire. I felt safe. I shouldn’t have. Because in Rust, safety is just silence before the storm.

It started with footsteps. Soft, circling. Then a whisper in voice chat:
“Nice base you’ve got.”

I didn’t sleep much after that.

You learn quickly that everyone on the island is either a hunter or prey, and you don’t get to choose which one you are. You’ll wake up to your base gone, your loot scattered, and a sign left behind saying something like “Thanks :)”—because Rust players like to smile while they take everything from you.

You’ll respawn naked. Again. And again. And again.

And then you’ll start to change.

You’ll begin to hear phantom footsteps even when you aren’t playing. You’ll flinch at the sound of a helicopter. You’ll see piles of rocks on the side of the road and feel an urge—an instinct—to hit them with something. Anything. You’ll start checking bushes for movement. You’ll judge every structure you pass in real life by whether it can withstand 12 rockets.

Rust does that to you.

And when you log in at 3AM just to “check on your base,” you’ll realize the truth:
You’re not playing Rust anymore. Rust is playing you.

So if you’re thinking of starting… don’t.
Because once you load in, once you swing that first rock, once you hear the first distant gunshot echo through the trees—

there’s no coming back.