Rust is like
Deadwood, but with a bit more swearing and lot more violence. The right people with the right tools can thrive together on the frontier, living in accordance with their own set of laws, and protecting one another from hostility. Redditor "IIEarlGreyII" attempted to do that by building a small shack on the side of the main road and naming it
RustMart. As is the way of Rust, the shop was robbed. A lot. But it also became a haven for night-time wanderers, who hid from the wolves and nudey murderers, who eventually decided life was better huddled around the glow of the campfire in the company of friends.
That's how it starts: the hiding turns into staying, the shacks expand, and the sharp defensive walls become inexplicably cosy. Then the spaces between buildings start to feel like streets and the place takes on a life of its own. According to Earl: "We built a city hall, a church, a court. We had public meetings, trials, and services most nights."
See? Just like Deadwood. Here's a gallery of the server's slow-build.
I really want to hear about server-based societies that you've been part of. How did it start? What did you build? What laws were enacted? If it's still standing, take me on a tour.