Rust

Average Rust Experience
> Spawn in
> Farm resources
> Build base
> Get guns
> Fight large Chinese group
> Profit
> Go back to base
> Look outside
> See multiple MLRS strikes heading towards base
> See China's entire armed forces outside with rockets and C4
> Base reduced to rubble within minutes
> Log off and go to bed
> Repeat
11/10 Lore accurate World War 3. Would recommend.

✔️ 1,700 hrs on record
Posted just after respawning on the beach. Again.
Rust is the worst game I’ve ever loved.
With over 1,700 hours logged, I can confidently say this game is a masterpiece in psychological warfare. Not against the NPCs (what NPCs?)—against you. Your trust. Your patience. Your sanity.
You’ll build up, get raided. Make allies, get betrayed. Dominate a server one wipe, get door-camped into oblivion the next. It’s brutal. It’s unfair. It’s absolutely glorious.
This isn’t a chill survival game. This is Lord of the Flies with voice chat and AKs. It’s Minecraft if Minecraft had trauma. Every victory feels earned. Every loss stings. Every story is one you’ll never forget.
You’ll uninstall it. You’ll swear it off.
Then… you’ll reinstall it “just to check in.”
And suddenly it’s 3 AM and you’re deep in launch site with 30 HP and full inventory, breathing like you’re actually there.
It’s toxic. It’s genius. It’s Rust.
9/10
Would trust a naked guy with a rock again.

First time I played, i got yelled at with suggestive comments, was hot
Got raided to ♥♥♥♥ with all my good stuff one time, hit someone 4 times, died
Saw a bear, died
Looked at a cool base, died
Wanted some clothes, died
Went to mountain with snow, died
Went to nuclear base thingy, died
Looked at the game, died on the inside
Uninstalled the game, lived like i was jesus
Reinstalled, died
did this review, died

Rust is less of a game and more of a psychological experiment to see how long it takes for your faith in humanity to evaporate. You start with nothing but a rock and a torch, and somehow, by the end of your first hour, you're running naked through the woods, being chased by a man wearing a wolf's head and screaming profanities about your mother.
The gameplay is simple: gather resources, build a base, and try not to die. The reality? You’ll spend hours painstakingly constructing your dream fortress, only to log in the next day and find it reduced to rubble because someone named "xX420Sniper69Xx" decided your stash of raw chicken was worth a rocket launcher.
The graphics are stunning—just don’t stop to admire the scenery because that’s when Chad with an AK will pop out of the bushes and turn you into loot. And the community? Let’s just say it’s a beautiful mix of sociopaths, philosophers, and people who think "friendly" means "let me lull you into a false sense of security before stabbing you in the back."
But honestly, that's the charm of Rust. It's not about survival; it's about the stories. Like the time I joined a clan, only to be betrayed because I accidentally ate all the corn. Or the time I spent an hour taming a horse, only for it to immediately drown because I didn’t know horses can’t swim.
In conclusion, Rust is a masterpiece of chaos. It's frustrating, hilarious, and downright cruel—but you'll keep coming back because no other game lets you experience the raw thrill of chasing a fully geared player with nothing but a spear and blind optimism.
10/10 would get betrayed by a naked man with a rock again.

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.

every time i play this game i something great happens and then it is all ripped away by a 9 year old with an eoka screaming racial slurs
10/10 would recommend

In Rust, you start naked, armed with only a rock and false hope. You’ll spend hours building a shelter, hunting for food, and avoiding 420NoScopeMaster69, who’s lurking just to ruin your day. Team up with someone? They'll eventually betray you, steal your stuff, and leave you wondering why you ever trusted anyone in the first place.

It’s not about survival—it’s about how long you last before someone stabs you in the back.

Final Verdict: 10/10, trust issues forever.