You just so happened to build near this dude. With the view of "peace" on his mind, he walks up to you and your friends with courage, in order to hopefully start a band of relations without harmful intent. Wants to become your friend, but not become too close to you as to move into your base. Always proposes a conjoined compound to keep off those pesky raiders. Once he gets raided, and you didn't help him defend, turns out YOU'RE the bad one. He will reveal the location of your base in chat as well as any information on where the best loot is. All of this is done in hopes some huge clan (or really anyone) will obliterate your base and completely wipe it from the map as if you had never built there in the first place.

This guy has any amount of hours above 1000. He has 500 hours dedicated to build servers and base designs. This player wants to make the best base known to Rust, but all he can hope for, is a clanmate to go farm the 100k metal fragments it takes to make the base come to existence. He will make a design daily, only to use none of them, as they arent worthy.

This next Rust specimen has a goal, and one goal only; harvest. He will murder anybody for the salty, fleshy meat that he so dearly craves. If you appear within his sights, you better run, because its eat or be eaten. Carrying a bone knife or steel hatchet wherever he goes, he harvests, and harvests the people he takes down. As night falls he returns to his base, parading around his collection of player skulls kept as trophies. He lights up a grill to host the neighborhood barbecue to celebrate the days gather, and the gulps of a man soon to die of water intoxication is heard around the world.

Although Facepunch's effort to annihilate any cheater/hacker within the slimy depths of Rust, very few manage to survive their way through into your very own server. These cheaters (usually of Asian descent) are very diverse. Some specialize in using third party injected clients full of Wall hacking, and small stash ESP goodness, or the very simple macro user. The third party cheater is self explanatory, as he is the scum of the earth, while the macro user is just using his 900 button mouse to activate a simple macro to make any gun of his choosing (typically the AK47) virtually appear to have no spray as all he has to do is move his mouse side to side, not adjusting for recoil (as the macro does that for him). Yes, this is a bannable offense, so don't use macros to spray control :).

These players are just (typically) friends who take rust too seriously. They generally will raid anything in their path. They usually consist of 5 or more players in a team, and get ak47's on wipe day. Any nakeds? KILLED. any scrap at rad towns? LOOTED. These are the guys to take everything and live in the biggest tower base compound that takes up about a square of the map.

You want to leave your base, but you hear one leaf crunch which makes you suspect enough of another entity beyond that thin metal door separating you and whatever lies beyond. This is a doorcamper. Attempts to be silent doesn't always work out for them, but when it does, you can and will be eventually fatally struck. This typically arises when they had seen you enter or leave your base with some gear, or followed you home from a scrap run. Intended to get the most loot from you, they wait, and wait, and wait. Usually less fortunate than others, they will stay at your door for hours, as they have no value of themselves, or in belonging. Anything they get from you-- whether a rock, or a spear, is seen as a win, since they have ended your life. Usually wasting time, the typical places they hide are on the roof, in a bush close by, under stairs, the blind spot away from shop fronts. These people are slimy and are WILLING to get anything from you.

Basically, this dude missed out on wipe day, or died in the first hour and quit. He then got the courage of playing rust after watching a youtube video of Rust Academy stage raiding bases. This got his cranium surging with ideas to kill some people, so he got back on. He will try to fit into any decayed base for a temporary home, or make his own attempt at a base which will almost always have a backwards wall leading into his major loot room, all while complaining that everyone already has guns, and outplays/out numbers him. He will find one lucky satchel or two and research it to raid his neighbor.... then get raided by some sweaty dude.

This is an inconspicuous naked man, who seemingly wants to "befriend" anybody in his path. This man however is full of lies and misconception as his main goal is to murder his new so called "friends". He is a man who was spotted chopping a tree with his $20 skinned rock just before engaging in a conversation with you or any other person within 100 ft who looks as though they have loot worth taking. Once the conversation is started, you spot a spear suddenly pop onto his back to which he then pulls it out to suddenly and drastically chuck at your weak, insignificant cranium. You have now died to a naked with a spear, and lost your precious 5 second farming trip 15 ft away from the beach from which you have been birthed.

This guy bought Rust thinking it was farming simulator, but in a way, he was right. With the new farming update, this dude is stuck in the primitive era of Rust, only armed with bows and spears. His only object in the wipe is to grow every single plant he can, then sell them off. (side effects of being this player is getting raided withing the first couple of hours your farm is up)

Whenever heli is around, these are the guys to kill it. Unlike regular people, they do not collect the loot until its about to despawn. They usually have tower bases just for heli. The reason they dont collect it, is because the downed heli is player bait. Many people go fully geared, naked, or even with the little gear they own to the heli spawn to get a chance for some loot. This is the time they strike with their Lr-300's, ak47's and their Bolt-action Rifles/L96'S to get easy loot because they suck at C.Q.C(Close Quarters Combat) so they cower up in their base.

This guy builds his base at the start, or middle of wipe. He always builds in the snow and lives in a 2x2 or a 1x2. He hoards sulfur, metal, and HQM, slowly upgrading his base to metal, his base is the only one in the general vicinity, and all he does is hope to find a bean can and satchel charge to raid neighboring hoarders. A battle of the scavengers, looking for beancans, this player will never expand nor move out of his little 2x2 in the snow.

He lives in South Korea with 1000 ping, although this is the case, he manages to fully learn the spray patterns of every single weapon in Rust. He can kill you from 400km away, without issues. His favorite gun is the AK47 as it basically has no spray to him. The initial 2,000 hours out of his 10,000 hours are from purely studying the game itself. He is a parkour master, able to practically jump past the limit onto your roof to either door camp/ jump into a compound. This man, my friends, is the best rust player known to man.

This guy found a guitar (or he bought the music dlc). It's that simple. Now the next step in his Rust life is to find any player nearby to then spam them with the beautiful ding ding dings from your wooden box with strings. Most likely you will be killed, but that seems to never be a deterrent. There can be a time when this player goes out of his way to go build a nice little stage for him and hist friends. Marked with peace, this concert goes well for the first few minutes until He comes. This geared guy and his 400 man clan ready to ruin the day in your Rust life by crunching your tiny craniums with the premium 5.56 round loaded by an AK-47.

This guy saw Rust for sale for $8.79. He said "Wow! a 40 dollar game for 9 dollars! woah and its a cool looking game!". He entered his credit card information to then purchase and install Rust. His first thought after fully installing and opening up the game is "wow, looks like a loading simulator!". Little did he know, he did not read the pc requirements to play Rust, as to then write a negative review about loading. He chooses a server, (somewhat knows the concepts of Rust) then decides one with (to him) high pop, 15/100 people. He joins and is surprised that you spawn on a beach and have female or male genitalia exposed for the taking. He then tries to find out how to get stone, by hitting every rock in existence, not knowing that ore have a special model to make identifying them easier. He finds his wait and is about to build a base. This moment in time is the moment where one decides if he shall be the Rust Sweaty, or the dreaded Role Player!!!!

This person is a man who particularly uses the intellectual words such as "men" "♥♥♥♥♥" and "beech" to convey messages of such discontent and pure anger at any would-be attacker. This usually is met with you being downed (vise versa) and him exclaiming these previously mentioned words. His name is either Petrovich, Boris, Igor, or even Vladimir. When killed, he seems to never forget such turmoil you have caused.

This type of player opens up battle metrics server listings to see who is on their current server. They will spot your name from you killing them earlier, or from a previous doorcamp. They will wait to see your name pop off the list and will instantly head towards your base. This is their time to strike during your absence. Although this happens, generally speaking people just raid any base at around 3 am. Since normal people have school or work to tend to, those said people will not have time to stay on at around 3 am.

Want to recycle? "BOOM" and a skull crack is all you hear from that pesky naked with his waterpipe somehow filled with buckshot. Enough to down you, you have lost all of your components and are now stripped from that level 2 you were going to craft. Your weapon is gone and youre on your way back to the area from where you died at. "He's gone" you exclaim to your teammate who gave up on coming back and is at base. Your teammate says "Whatever, we'll get it back some other time". No, thats not enough for you. You MUST find that child wearing the clothes of of your once deceased corpse. Yeah... well.... good luck finding him as he somehow had enough lowgrade to get on a boat or minicopter and flee. Only in rare cases does he linger around to get another kill.

This guy sucks. Plain and simple. You have gear? It's his. This player will usually try to pvp with a gun and fail miserably, all the while retreating a bit while getting chased by you. Generally geared in full metal armor/ AK-47'S and LR-300's, he will always have a rocket on his back loaded in any rocket ammo (typically HV). He will place a high external stone wall and hide for a minute while medding up. Taking out his rocket, he prepares to peek. You hear a FWOOSH as the rocket is launched in your direction. Congratulations, you picked a fight with a rocket pvper and lost your gear to a bit of sulfur and a metal tube.

This guy cant get enough. Anything moving? DEAD with a sniper of any kind, or any gun with a 8x zoom scope. typically tower bases take on many forms, but they are almost always 4 floors tall, with roofs layering the top floor. Littered with windows and open door peeking stations, you will DIE. They usually hoard minicopters, scrap helicopters, and of course, your loot. Usually these bases are found near major rad towns such as (but not limited to) Dome, Outpost(s), Launch site, Military Tunnels, and Giant Excavator Pit (to of course kill anyone "stealing" their resources.

This guy? This man here? yeah, he only got the game to build. Typically a rare sight in the world of Rust, but not an impossible one. To find his base fully in-tact is rare as people vow to get into that shack of his. Typically has a base no more stronger than wood, campfires/barbecues, and large fireplaces littered throughout his base with more windows than an observatory. Once he gets attacked, he complains about the law-less land from which he resides in. They eventually banded together to make their own servers stripped from raiding, violence, and what makes Rust, Rust.

This is a man who Lives for Rust. It's his Air, food, water, and home. Without Rust, he may very well, (how dare I say it but) go outside!!! He sleeps with headphones on in his max stability tower base to make sure he hears any explosions/shots coming his way, then quickly jumping up out of his bed to hop on and murder anybody worth shooting at (yes, even nakeds). He sets an alarm for 5:00 AM sharp and wakes up without brushing his teeth/showering, to get early farming in to raid the little 2x2 across the river. This man has about 6,000 hours on rust, within the first year of ownership, and will continue to rack on a linear rate of 10,000 hours each year.

This is the dude who gets on a server first whilst he waits for his friends. He finds nothing better to do, so he so happened to spawned near a base with one person outside wearing either full wood armor and a wolf head dress, or a hazmat suit. Almost always this encounter involves the naked spotting a pickaxe in the hand of the geared man. The naked then decides to annoy the geared dude by asking repeatedly to " yo yo yo yo let me slave. yo yo slave". The geared dude then gives the naked a pickaxe to farm ONLY sulfur as that seems to be the only resource everyone cares about. Some time passes, a few sulfur pieces gets exchanged here and there to establish some sort of trust system. The time to strike comes. Then naked visits his "master" to "give him some sulfur". As soon as the geared guy steps outside, the naked waits for a bit to hold his master busy, then he strikes, hitting him in the head with his pickaxe hoping to down him in one two or three hits to the head. Here two things can happen. He can (1) die and the effort will have been for nothing, or (2) he kills his former master and steals hist loot.

This dude will google "Rust trap base 2020" and click on the most cost effective design. He will load up into a server and build it as his first base. Of course, he doesn't have the almighty shotgun trap blueprint, nor... really any other blueprint to make the base work efficiently. This upset our little dude here so he gave up for the wipe. This other instance of this player manages to get this base up and running. A few nakeds here and there wasting his precious shotgun trap ammo, and one guy with a thompson and a wolf headdress. The moment he gets a geared guy (with a gun such as LR-300, Bolt action rifle, AK-47, etc) trapped in his base, its time to move. If he wont move, bye bye base, and bye bye 3 hours of work.

This one is fairly simple. This is a man (typically a child as well) in Rust who manages to miss shots with any weapon at point blank range. After missing, This said man manages to be downed by any sort of player, from nakeds with rocks/spears, to any geared guy, or a naked with a bow. Once he is downed, he exclaims (usually in a foreign accent) "YOU'RE SO BAD MEN, WOW, SO BAD!" as his fleshy corpse turns into a camouflage backpack.

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This youtuber will join a server during wipe day. The first person they get killed by is usually screenshotted and the biggest grudge is held throughout the ENTIRE wipe. You killed a youtuber? CHANGE YOUR STEAM NAME! They will find you and they sure as well will try to raid you until you wont join back. This of course is a rare instance of player BUT not impossible to be affected by. You have a compound with over 100 turrets? No match for these youtubers. A bow is all they need to dome your skull and take your semi automatic rifle to take back to their base and research. They will use this new weapon to further harass you until your ultimate inevitable mental decline as every time you leave your compound, the youtuber will ALWAYS emerge.




This next instance of a youtuber is a rare spotting on a beach by a multitude of children under the age of 13. Once they spotted him, they MUST type in chat the location/name of said youtuber causing a domino effect of a hoard of children running and screaming at the sight of their favorite online celebrity. This to some extent can be considered a zerg as the youtuber can be seen as the "leader" of the hoard who will do quite literally anything the youtuber commands.

Multiple fresh spawns on the beach? "Press E to add to team" of course since the maximum group limit is 8, there will be multiple teams. A zerg would be about more than 12 people, usually extremely random and disorganized with the only purpose on the game is to annoy the hell out of people and rock raiding bases with the designated 12 year old screaming his bronchitis filled lungs out to the masses of Rust.