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As much as I’d like to keep up the charade that I’m not a very competitive player in most games, the degree to which I’ve been lying to myself has become painfully evident as I get back into Rust. It’s been a while, but now I remember why I quit—this game brings the devil out of me. A petty, vindictive, camping-outside-your-door-at-night devil.

In my defense, I’m perfectly pleasant when you’re nice to me. But kill me outside the recycler after I’ve just traded hoards of junk for valuables? Menace. Maybe not the most threatening menace, as I’m not a very good shot, but at the very least I’m lobbing grenades in your door before you take me down. Cross me in any game where there was an option for peace and I will initiate revenge mode while also reverting to my elementary school defense of well, he started it.

Cue Welcome to The Jungle

I was delighted to find a convenient spot clear of other players, so I built without a care in the world. The best players will tell you not to use or wear a bunch of flashy crap to attract attention, but Rust has string lights and a Dracula cape in the store and I didn’t seem to have any neighbors. What if I indulged a little?

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So there I was, standing on my roof with only a wooden mallet and 14 ft of string lights, naked as the day I was born from the waist down, ridiculous bright red Dracula vest and cape from the waist up. I heard shots whiz by, but surely that’s not at me? Surely no one is shooting at a festive, half-dressed vampire hanging lights.

Wrong. Somehow I’d missed the guy who set up a new base across from me while I was offline.

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“I’m naked, I’m naked!” I tried shouting again, even though I’m clearly wearing a ridiculous vampire cape and armed with a spool of lights. I’d probably shoot me too. He didn’t say anything, just continued firing as he sauntered back to his base. I died standing on my own roof, but I was delighted when I realized he wasn’t coming to steal my string lights (or the more valuable stuff inside my base). He didn’t even make an attempt.

I tried to keep my chill when I respawned. Maybe it was a mistake, and I could see him still outside working on his base, so I decided to make peace. I walked over, told him I was the person building nearby and asked if he had any scrap to sell. No response. Fine. That’s fine. At least he didn’t shoot me again. I walked back home, and we peacefully ignored each other for the evening.

And then it happened: something broke our unspoken and apparently one-sided armistice. I was on my roof, more naked than ever with a fresh supply of braided lights, and he shot me dead. Again.

I hollered as I went down, yelling for him to mind his business as I hit the ground. He still didn’t say anything, but while I waited to bleed out and respawn, I heard a distant song playing over voice chat: “Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and—”

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The absurdity made me immediately forget any petty revenge schemes. I laughed so hard I cried, and he still didn’t say a damn thing. We mostly ignored each other until the next day when he abruptly did the same thing again, but this time I was on my roof *removing *my string lights. While I was offline this guy had built a second tower between our bases, and when I logged back in he parked himself on the roof in a plastic chair, took his time, and then shot me.

“If you got the money, honey, we got your disease—”

I laughed so hard I couldn’t even keep my hand on my mouse. I’ve had some pretty ridiculous Rust experiences, but none quite so strange as this guy who seemingly hates festive lighting and communicates exclusively through Guns ‘n’ Roses. Maybe he just hates people who decorate out of season, or maybe he just didn’t want me attracting people to our neighboring bases with my lack of Rust building etiquette.

I guess I’ll never know as a recent server wipe separated us, but I’ll forever miss my mysterious, weird Welcome to The Jungle soundboard neighbor. I thought I could hold a grudge against anyone in this game, but you really brought me to my knees.

Andrea has been covering games for nearly a decade, picking up bylines at IGN, USA Today, Fanbyte, and Destructoid before joining the PC Gamer team in 2025. She’s got a soft spot for older RPGs and is willing to try just about anything with a lovey-dovey “I can fix them” romance element. Her weekly to-do always includes a bit of MMO time, endlessly achievement hunting and raiding in Final Fantasy 14. Outside of those staples, she’s often got a few survival-crafting games on rotation and loves a good scare in co-op horror games.

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