My return to Rust is going well, other than my freakish Guns N' Roses-loving neighbor shooting me every time I try to hang string lights on my roof

s 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...
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