Oh God, this threw me back to my Rust days. So I loved Rust, would often play it with my high school friends. Some of us grew out of it/that group and became better people, but the people from that circle that still play Rust are horrible people.

Well, Rust gave me my best video game troll story. I pretty much caused an entire server to leave Rust, at least for a few years. The main clan we trolled never came back. I've had trolls that have gone father, but honestly this is one of the few that I never feel even a little bit bad over. Rust players just deserve every bad thing possible, and the leader of the clan was particularly horrible.

So it started on some random server one wipe. Me and my friends were the furthest ahead on the server. There were a few clans that could compete a little bit, but for the most part we dominated. We had a massive base with 7 of us in the group, and we were constantly grinding so that we could do bigger and crazier raids. Well, one day, in retaliation for our raids, we get base camped by 3 people. Eventually we kill them and go on our way. The end. No I'm just joking, this is the start of the most absurd clan war I've ever been in

Well, they start doing a bunch of baby raids. They don't get any serious damage done, but it's a minor annoyance. One day, they come across someone in our group, and they didn't know that our friend Ashcock was with us. Ashcock didn't talk in chat much, and he frequently killed one of us when we're joking. They recruit him, and everything starts falling into place

First, we are lead to their base. We break in and find nothing of real value, but we find they have a sign with the n word inside their base. We report them and get the most annoying one banned. This action set off all the on the server. The leader of the enemy clan was also talking about having a family member adopt his kid so he could play Rust more at this point. Between this and us raiding everybody on the server at least once, we were making a lot of enemies

They team up to raid us, including Ashcock, and we start plotting. We make a second, hidden base, moving stuff around at random hours when nobody on the server. While Ashcock is with the rest of the server building a raid base on the mountain. Well, our enemy's hubris got the best of them. They suggested the idea "Let's take a picture together to send to Snickerdoodle (my username) after the raid!"

They all lined up in one staircase, and Ashcock blew them up with a rocket launcher, we looted everything. Literally the entire server's 2 weeks of grinding, all for nothing.

Enemy clan leader quit Rust and moved into TF2, another game we were good at. Just kept on joining his games, following him around different matches to troll him. Maybe I got him to start spending time with his kid and ruined gaming for him. He probably just made a new steam account though