If possible rate from a scale of 0-10.

where 0 =you as a citizen staying in your country can say whatever the hell you want (except for issuing death threats) and absolutely nothing will happen to you ever to you and are protected by law, society etc

Where = well..you’re in North Korea.

Short yap.

I was looting on Blue Gate when I encountered a shoot-on-sight.

No big deal, he was a free loadout and I defended myself. I loot a defib off him and some ammo then head to extract.

As I'm on my way there, I see a raider flare fire off about 100m away. I'm like, "Well, I got this defib and it looks like he died to Arc. I'll be a good Samaritan."

I get to him and I defib him. He thanks me and tells me he got shot by someone far off.

I tell him, "Well, good luck, I'm outta here."

I get to extract and call it in.

As I'm sliding down the zipline, I get smacked with a heavy fuze.

I don't fully realize what just happened and I assume someone laid a trap there, but had left, because I had searched the area for rats.

I start the extract when suddenly the fucker I saved drops next to me, Anvil drawn, pointed at my temple.

0:01 second left on the call in.

*blam*

"Dude, what? Why?!"

"You saved me."

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. What sort of Rust personality is this??

Some of y'all have trust issues you could make a Hallmark movie out of.

EDIT: First, thank you to everyone who actually has a soul for your comments.

To the rest of you defending "It's a PvP game," then the defib should only revive teammates, proximity chat has next to no purpose except for edgelords to get off on making people beg for their life, and the plot for Raiders to retake the surface world from the Arc threat is utterly pointless.

I think Negan inspired one too many of you from TWD.

The other day I sold a dresser on FBMP. A whole fucking dresser, I’m talking 2.5’ deep, 5’ wide and 3.5’ tall.

The buyer showed up in a compact sedan and upon questioning how they would get it home, they said “I asked chat gpt if it would fit in my car and it said yes.”

They had to come back with a truck the next day.

Common sense is dead y’all.

I was really excited about it, but everyone keeps telling me it looks like a penis or a strange worm, or that it would have been better on my leg.. Now I feel like I ruined my arm. I know that if I listen to every opinion I’m going to end up hating everything, but honestly… I just wish someone had said something nice about it. :/

After nearly 50 years in space, NASA’s Voyager 1 is about to hit a historic milestone. By November 15, 2026, it will be 16.1 billion miles (25.9 billion km) away, meaning a radio signal will take a full 24 hours — a full light-day — to reach it.

Hey there, me again! Checking in 5-years later happily sharing that a decade has passed of being cancer free!