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It's alright.

My friend and I were playing Rust about a month or so after it was released. We managed to get a bow some arrows and a nice wooden shack. Eventually we hear a barrage of gun fire outside our home and the screams of men being gunned to their demise. We close our door and extinguish the fire and pray they don't see us. Are prayers failed as our door was blown to bits by c4. A man then rushed into our home with an AR15 and held us hostage. Our door was then replaced with a metal door. We urgently start messaging a man we met earlier to come help us. He does and he blows the down the wall of our home. He is unfortunately swiflty shot down. Our captor then exclaims he was out of ammo. We took this opportunity to bolt out the hole in our shack and run for the hills. He was apparently not out of ammo and we were shoot several times in our skulls and perished. 8/10

Day 1. Liberate all of first island. Do majority of gear mod activities. Get bored of grinding and decide to reap the rewards. I will conduct an experiment. An experiment where ethics and all human morals are no obstacle. But first I need an experiment. I got it. I will created Medici's first space program. First thing I drive to a near town where I collect 4 "volunteers" and attatch them safely and with care to the wheels to a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ dump truck. I then proceed to go and place 5 rocket powered explosives on the wheels and underbelly of the car. I then fire into the air. The car launches but due to poor placement of sticky bombs it slams violently back into the ground exploding on impact. 7/10.

Release Day. Get into game. Go through all the beggining vault stuff. Eventually get to the museum where I am given a laser musket. I though at the time Fusion Cell ammo was precious, so I put it away and bludgeoned the raiders with a tire iron. I eventually go to Sanctuary after my large success at the musem and decide to give the laser musket ago. I load the fusion cells in and fire. I am instantly shot to the skybox and plummet to an untimely death. I would have to give this game an astounding 10/10 because not only do they let you explore the ground of the Wasteland but also the sky.

Don't buy this god awful ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ game. I bought it to play with friends online. I have fun with them, for the 4 minutes I can play with them without being kicked from a lobby. Then I have to spend 10 minutes joining back to the game, jus to be kicked again. Earlier today I spent two hours trying to to join my friends game. When I did we got into a shootout, I was about to shoot an RPG but a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ asian women drives out of the blue infront of it killing me. Immediately after my game kept freeezing every 2 seconds, and I got disconnected from the server. I swear ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DooM servers are better than Rockstars. Do they just have a 4 year old with Parkinsons working the servers room or some ♥♥♥♥. Also they ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cease and desisted OpenIV, one of the staples of GTA is the mods you ignorant ♥♥♥♥♥.

Sonic Boom > L4D2

Bad Rat's should not be considered merely a game. It is a savior. My wife left me and got custody over the kids 3 years ago. This caused me to turn to liquor which sapped up all my free time and savings. I eventually went on a drunken rampage in my office and got fired and to use my remaining savings to pay for damages of the office. This is when I turned to doing hard drugs. Anything I could get my hands on. I eventually sold my house and moved into a single room apartment with 5 other people. All day I would shoot the purest Mexican tar heroine ever seen on this side of the border. For the first year it was the most insane trip a man could ever even dream of. As one may know the glory of heroine eventually gives away into a weak grasp at the former euphoria. A weak grasp was not enough to satsify my hunger for a distraction from this painful reality. At this point I was broke, heroine addicted and my mind was basically mush. Me and my dumbself eventually robbed a liquor store for 1,000 dollars to chase that amazing heroine rush again. But as stated before heroine would not do it. I turned to psychedelics. MDMA and PCP became my life. If I was not tripping I was not living. I started to realize when I went to my dealer for my drugs he always had a high demand. The barely working gears in my head began to grind. I started to save up my money, buy a little bit less psychedelic drugs and rob a few more liquor stores. I eventually had just the right amount of money to create a lab. A lab perfectly suited for the creation of the finest drugs on earth. Well as I had planned my business grew like wildfire. I was raking in tens of millions in a week. All of it usualy went to fine whiskeys, cigars and of course drugs. Now being a drug kingping has its benefits. The women, money and personal army of men. This also puts you on several US watchlists. As some may know the US is not fond of the person running the biggest psychedelic drug ring the entire western hemisphere has ever seen. So as any government would they sent a band of elite DEA agents to take down my operation. They decided to take down my individual labs. One by one they would be blown up. My empire was shrinking and shrinking fast. I decided to hire a private milita from Russia to protect each lab. They did this well but they needed somebody there to guide them as their general. So I would occasionaly come down from my glass house and do a tour of my remaining labs. Checking on them. One day in my west coast MDMA lab we were struck with a massive DEA raid. They blew up the entire lab with me in it. The explosion broke all the barrels of the MDMA and let it spread everywhere, including me. I asorbed so much pure MDMA it should have killed me 100 times over. But it didn't. I dont know why. Maybe it was god giving me a second chance or mybe it was my years of abuse that built up an immunity. But brinking death with pure MDMA is one of the most intense highs you could ever imagine. It left me paralyzed in my mind for over a year. I was tripping constantly. While I was tripping I was being held in a federal prison medical center. Being fed through tubes and ivs. One trip I saw a distinct thing. This thing was a beacon of light. It shone upon and graced me with ideas to escape my mental prison. It guided me like a god. It was Bad Rat's.It led me on a fight for my life through systematic missions and puzzles. It led me to eventually break free of the trip that had imprisoned me. And when I awoke I was 40 miles away from the prison in my hospital gown. Apparently all the puzzles I had been playing were guiding my pyshical actions and lead me to precisely mow through the entire federal pentientary and escape unharmed. Moral of the story is you shouldn't deny Bad Rat's when it is offered to you for such a measly price of 19 cents. You should accept it and let it lead you to a more safe and comfortable future. Overall though the puzzles were pretty ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I'd give it a 6/10

Playing Co-Op with some friends. We're blasting through this with ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Seal Team 6 efficiency. I'm talking point A B C D and E in 10 minutes. We're close to F, the final point, if we cap it then we win. We all group together in a pack and start smoking through the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. We get to F and start capping. As we cap somewhere off in the distance I hear a faint "Allah Ackbar". I then hear the sound of an RPG firing. There was no time to abort. No time to run. I see it fly towards us. I see my life flash before my eyes. It hits F point. We all die. We lose the game. 11/10

Withing the first hour of getting the game, I got decent stuff, a nice pistol and an axe. I was making my way along the road when I see a figure in the distance. Suddenly I hear a man screaming chinese atme. (Scared ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥). Say I speak english in chat. Get called Dirty American. Got shot in the chest.


11/10