Rust is a white knuckle experience full of terror, pain, and a real feeling of accomplishment.

The feelings this game creates in me... Fear, worry, panic, joy, exultation, accomplishment.

You don't get achievements for playing a story you cant loose. I don't even know if you get achievements. You know what your achievements are? Having a safe place to live that looks sweet. Having awesome gear. Not being killed. Those are achievements. You arent playing some tunnel level made for 3 year old girls to be able to beat so every single person who bought the game can win.

Player interactions? Tons. Best summed up in the dialog between Josey Wales and the Comanche Chief Ten Bears. Sometimes though, you have to remember you might not be Josey Wales, you might be the nameless guy who didnt make it though Comanche territory.
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Josey: You be Ten Bears?

Ten Bears: I am Ten Bears.

Josey: (spits tobacco) I'm Josey Wales.

Ten Bears: I have heard. You're the Gray Rider. You would not make peace with the Blue Coats. You may go in peace.

Josey: I reckon not. Got nowhere to go.

Ten Bears: Then you will die.

Josey: I came here to die with you. Or live with you. Dying ain't so hard for men like you and me, it's living that's hard; when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don't live together, people live together. With governments you don't always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well I've come here to give you either one, or get either one from you. I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true. And that my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now, we'll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does. And every spring when the grass turns green and the Comanche moves north, he can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That's my word of life.

Ten Bears: And your word of death?

Josey: It's here in my pistols, there in your rifles. I'm here for either one.

Ten Bears: These things you say we will have, we already have.

Josey: That's true. I ain't promising you nothing extra. I'm just giving you life and you're giving me life. And I'm saying that men can live together without butchering one another.

Ten Bears: It's sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues. There is iron in your word of death for all Comanche to see. And so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron, it must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life... or death. It shall be life.

Rust is a white knuckle experience full of terror, pain, and a real feeling of accomplishment. The feelings this game creates in me... Fear, worry, panic, joy, exultation, accomplishment. You don't get achievements for playing a story you cant loose. I don't even know if you get achievements. You know what your achievements are? Having a safe place to live that looks sweet. Having awesome gear. Not being killed. Those are achievements. You arent playing some tunnel level made for 3 year old girls to be able to beat so every single person who bought the game can win. Player interactions? Tons. Best summed up in the dialog between Josey Wales and the Comanche Chief Ten Bears. Sometimes though, you have to remember you might not be Josey Wales, you might be the nameless guy who didnt make it though Comanche territory. ------------------ [b]Josey:[/b] You be Ten Bears? [b]Ten Bears:[/b] I am Ten Bears. [b]Josey:[/b] (spits tobacco) I'm Josey Wales. [b]Ten Bears:[/b] I have heard. You're the Gray Rider. You would not make peace with the Blue Coats. You may go in peace. [b]Josey:[/b] I reckon not. Got nowhere to go. [b]Ten Bears:[/b] Then you will die. [b]Josey:[/b] I came here to die with you. Or live with you. Dying ain't so hard for men like you and me, it's living that's hard; when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don't live together, people live together. With governments you don't always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well I've come here to give you either one, or get either one from you. I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true. And that my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now, we'll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does. And every spring when the grass turns green and the Comanche moves north, he can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That's my word of life. [b]Ten Bears:[/b] And your word of death? [b]Josey:[/b] It's here in my pistols, there in your rifles. I'm here for either one. [b]Ten Bears:[/b] These things you say we will have, we already have. [b]Josey:[/b] That's true. I ain't promising you nothing extra. I'm just giving you life and you're giving me life. And I'm saying that men can live together without butchering one another. [b]Ten Bears:[/b] It's sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues. There is iron in your word of death for all Comanche to see. And so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron, it must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life... or death. It shall be life.