HUUHN!

I took my 200 monkeys home. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals.I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour. Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys...I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs. I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

It's time for you to quit competitive gaming, you weak mentalist.

rat

+rep good guy

You have COMPLETELY misunderstood Rust's idea. Rust is not "hey don't shoot, let's be friends". Rust is no flower hat. Rust is not Fortnite or Roblox. Rust is a place for people to be monsters. Shocking, callous, uncaring monsters that they really are. Naked gets a bolt in the head every time he's born, we laugh. Players are being shot for no reason and we are barking like a kneegear. The non-existent base of the innocent beginner is scratched, we laugh and ask for more. Racism, toxicity, hatred - we laugh. We are cruel; we do not forgive; we do not forget; we are the real face of the internet