The result is a world where semi-nude cavemen are mercilessly gunned down by marauding bands of super-soldiers.
It combines a technology tree that ranges from the neolithic to the Anthropocene, with a mentality that is rooted squarely in the former of those two eras. Rust forces players to contend with almost every kind of threat imaginable, from wolves to tanks, from stone age tools to nuclear radiation. Such brutality is Rust's defining characteristic, one which arguably makes it the ultimate survival game. Mortally wounded, I lay there helpless as she walked over, pulled out a spear of her own, and finished the job. I figured that was the end of it, but a short while later she returned, having retrieved a gun from somewhere, and shot me in the chest.
I was armed with a basic wooden spear, and we stood squaring each other up for several minutes before she decided to retreat. In one particularly memorable instance, I encountered a woman with no trousers on, wielding a stone axe. Most of these times my character has been entirely naked, and in several cases so has my killer. I've been chased through the woods by men with crossbows, brutally hacked to death with a stone hatchet, impaled upon a spear and left to bleed out, and murdered in my sleep. During my time playing I've starved to death, been gored by wild pigs, fallen from cliffs, and once drowned in a freezing lake after falling off a shipwreck. Few games do death quite as ignominiously as Facepunch Studios' Rust.
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