This week: yeah, that's Walter White...
I can't believe someone took the time to physically make that. And now for some less copyright troubling art.
I looked at it and saw a place to loot in the dead of night, whereas Aleltg imagined setting up a defend-able home in the Rusty husk. He's been a busy boy, actually. Some other art he posted suggested a potential new low-tech mechanic for the game. Here, have a look.
And you know that people who saw it had all kinds of ideas about how to use it.
HangGliders = Awesome HangGlider That Drops Firey Things = SuperAwesomeNow if you think about that for a moment, concept art inspired a fan, who made art that inspired another fan. That's pretty ace.
I like to think of this as live fan-art. I love the use of the lantern as the light source.
If you ever spot a dude sprinting faster than the game allows, leaping hills in a single jump, and only stopping when he lands near a particularly nice two-storey shack with turrets, it's almost certainly me. Say 'hi!'.
That night was probably the most terrifying night on Rust for me. I was in my house, waiting out the darkness, when I heard it. It was faint at first, but soon I knew I couldn't be hearing things. Someone was whistling "The Little Drummer Boy" near my base. They walked around my house all night, whistling that song. I didn't even know it was possible to make that song sound ominous and psychotic, but I guess you learn something new every day.Okay, I'll share. I've done something similar: I was wandering in Rocks behind Large Rad Town in the absolute dead of night. I was dying, hungry, and all I had on me was some wood. I was about to give up and respawn when I spotted a little shack. It was glowing, homely, and a target. It was a low-population server, and this player had gone to a lot of trouble to conceal himself. I approached the shack, lit a campfire, whacked his door with a rock, and ran off. I heard the door squeak, saw the light dim, and made out a silhouette standing on a rock. He never spotted me. I waited for a few moments and snuck back, this time lighting three fires in a triangle on top of his shack. I thumped and ran, and he came out and angrily stomped out the fires. I was giggling at this point, because I am a child. I returned to his shack, set out campfires in the closest shape I could make to a pentagram, and started to light them. That was my error, as I'd put out so many that he spotted the glow and came out before I finished lighting the final one. I was caught, shot with an arrow, and my haunting days were over.