{"id":1914,"date":"2014-04-06T08:00:47","date_gmt":"2014-04-06T12:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/?p=1914"},"modified":"2014-04-04T15:34:27","modified_gmt":"2014-04-04T19:34:27","slug":"adventures-in-rust-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wrote-about\/adventures-in-rust-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Adventures in Rust – Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

I finally gave in and bought Rust. After my initial love affair with DayZ and watching play through videos on Youtube I realized it was PC Only. Not a huge issue but it would involve installing Windows on my Mac. So I looked at Rust. It seemed to be geared more towards survival, if not running for your life.<\/p>\n

Something I’m used to from years of Serious Sam and generally any first person shooter.<\/p>\n

\"My<\/p>\n

I started life with my rock. It is a good rock. It led to much smashing of things. Other rocks. Trees. Animals.<\/p>\n

\"Wolf<\/p>\n

I spent much of the game running. I ran from wolves, bears, wolves and bears. I started out on an empty server so I could orient myself to the controls without the additional fear of other players.<\/p>\n

\"Nightfall\"<\/p>\n

I did some sight-seeing. I built a hovel. I found some animals. And after eating some raw meat and vomiting to my death, I learned how to cook it properly. Though I never found my original place in the world, I started over and built a new tiny cabin. I had a roof over my head and a door<\/p>\n

I felt safe. I cooked some meat. I ate it. I survived. I went exploring and found more meat. More wood. More stone. I built a hatchet. I felt like I had the hang of it. I crafted some pants and a shirt. Then I closed my door, doused my fire and went to sleep.<\/p>\n

When you leave a server in Rust, your character goes to sleep.<\/p>\n

\"Sleeper\"<\/p>\n

I joined a bigger server with around 100 people on it. And I encountered my first sleeper.<\/p>\n

This server was very similar to my first attempt. I tried to build and I ran into wolves. I tried to explore and ended up in a radiation area. Trying to get through it, I nearly died and attracted a zoo’s worth of angry animals trying to end me. Which they eventually did.<\/p>\n

I died a lot. But I’m OK with that. I was out to explore. I wasn’t trying to build a home. I was a traveler. I was sight-seeing.<\/p>\n

\"Tower<\/p>\n

I saw this mighty tower to the sky. I didn’t approach it since I wasn’t sure if it was inhabited or not.<\/p>\n

\"Cower<\/p>\n

I found a campfire. I put some wood on it and cooked the raw meat I was able to collect. It was getting towards nightfall. And as the meat cooked and the smoke wafted into the air, I hear footsteps nearby. So I crouched in the corner, clutching my rock, hoping to complete my meal before my life.<\/p>\n

Thankfully the footsteps retreated. I quickly doused the flames and collect my now-cooked chicken breast. All animals give you chicken breast. Wild boars. Deer. Rabbits. I did see a chicken but I’ve not been quick enough to catch one. I assume it will also produce chicken breast.<\/p>\n

\"Civilization\"<\/p>\n

I saw many houses. Some with doors. Some without. I climbed through a few, looking in long-abandoned storage boxes. I found very little to help me. So I kept going.<\/p>\n

\"LaserJosh\"<\/p>\n

I saw a man standing on a rock. He didn’t move so I approached slowly. He was staring off into the sky. He didn’t respond to my advance. I didn’t attack. I looked with him. I didn’t see anything. Maybe he had stepped away from his keyboard. Maybe he was having network problems. Perhaps he was just typing to a friend or in another window.<\/p>\n

Either way, I spared him and moved on.<\/p>\n

After that, I tried to avoid people, as I wasn’t sure of their intentions and I was a lone traveler through their land. Despite a huge map, I did have some close calls.<\/p>\n

\"Brad\"<\/p>\n

I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned to see a man with a bow and arrow and a full set of clothes. I quickly typed friendly<\/strong> into the chat. Hoping he would spare my life. He looked at me for a moment. Then ran off.<\/p>\n

As night fell, I lit my torch cautiously. I didn’t have anything worth stealing, though he didn’t know that. I hoped my newly spawned appearance would work in my favor.<\/p>\n

\"Torch<\/p>\n

Rounding a bend in the rocks, I saw a man in the distance with his own torch. I quickly extinguished mine and stopped. I stood silently in the pitch black night and waited. Had he seen me? Was he violent?<\/p>\n

He didn’t seem to notice me. He was moving away from me. I watched him for a bit and once he rounded a rock out of sight, I lit my torch and took off in the other direction.<\/p>\n

Later that night, I found two people around a camp fire.<\/p>\n

\"Campfire\"<\/p>\n

I stopped. I went dark. I stood motionless. I watched them. They were talking and working together. Though I dared not approach. Never knowing what to expect.<\/p>\n

I would welcome an ally in the harsh world. But with nothing to trade and without knowing their intentions, I watched them for a bit then crept away into the darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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