My first day in Rust was quite a positive experience so when I loaded up Steam for day two, I had no idea what was in store. Sadly day two began terribly. I logged into the same server to find myself in unfamiliar territory, which isn't a good thing when you consider the size of the Rust map and the lack of compass or in-game tools to help you return to previously explored locations. Thankfully an admin heard my pleas in server chat and prompted me to use the suicide command to see if I could respawn at my base, but sadly I could not. This meant only one thing - my base had been raided and my sleeping bag destroyed.
I wasn't too disappointed that my little shack had been raided as it was something I fully expected to happen but I was a little concerned that I would not be able to speak with my neighbors again - a friendly group that left me a welcome package the day before. However survival waits for no man so I couldn't waste time mourning the irretrievable, instead I took to gathering resources to construct a home once again.
This time I chose a location that seemed a little more off the beaten track and although it took several hours I was able to collect resources without interruption and managed to get enough to build a proper house. Unbeknown to me at the time there are very specific ways to construct a house in Rust to make it more difficult to raid but missing that vital information I made a traditional 4 walled house with a front door and small garden.
I spent a few moments admiring my creation before heading out to gather yet more resources. Afterall, I still needed weapons, storage, ammunition and enough food to survive the apocalypse. So again I ventured into the unknown with the hopes of locating a field of resources unoccupied by other players, and that I did. I found an area filled to the brim with ore and wood nodes, more than getting my fill in just a short period. With enough materials to construct everything I needed for the interior of my house I decided to head back as night was getting near. However when I returned home, the warmth and safety of my fire wasn't the only thing awaiting my return.
As I neared my house I was alerted to two individuals sitting outside my front door knocking...with an axe. It became very clear very quickly that I would have to defend what's mine but both men were armed with fully automatic weapons. With little more than a bow and my wits to keep me alive I make my choice quickly, it was kill or be killed. I took up a defensive position on a nearby rock before letting a few arrows loose. My lack of experience with the weapon showed as I struggled to hit my targets but I was able to connect with an arrow or two before they came alerted to my presence.
The two raiders located me before two long and we began exchanging fire. I realized range was my only ally in this battle but the two quickly closed ground. A firefight ensued, with myself using trees and other cover as much as possible to avoid the gunfire. To my surprise I was able to defeat one of my would be assailants before his ally finally took me down. With my materials lost and my house defenseless, I realized that I would once again have to start from scratch.
And so ends my second day experience in Rust. I began with nothing and ended with nothing, but had an epic experience in-between. Check back soon for more of my adventures in Rust.