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Rust poetry 2
By Hudson633
Poems about Rust
   
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Least evil rust players
The evil Rust players preach,
devious behaviour they teach,
if you want some fun, take this gun,
and go shoot nakeds on a beach.
Tug life
I'm joining the Davey Jones club,
because a submarine commanded by a thug,
real incognito, shot a torpedo, that hit and sunk my tug.
No PvP No Raiding
I see the confusion on your face,
why can't you damage my twig base?
It's no mystery,
you just didn't see,
the server title says PvE.
One of those wipes
I came for a sense of progression,
I leave feeling depression.
Server history
On what server did we build our base? It's a mystery.

The server browser shows no trace, looking at the server history.
Wipe Longevity
Wipe day felt long,
our base still stands strong,
but on day two,
it's just me and you,
everyone else is now gone.
Hapis Mountain Range
One after another, a seed map strange,
I miss the old Hapis mountain range.
Anti-Hack
What should be an innovation,
only leads to frustration.
Once again another kick,
the reconnect button I click,
damn this FlyHack Violation.
Smooth Barren
On Barren, a map with no grass.
Performance as smooth as glass.
Blueprints wiped
Feeling like a prince,
having unlocked many blueprints.
But I feel no hype,
and instead will gripe,
there's an upcoming hard wipe.
Noob down
I just shot some noob in the head,
suddenly my teammate Shrek is dead.
Oh heck, the guy I shot was Shrek,
I should have called a jump-check.


Rust poetry 1:
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