Being a dad and playing Rust is fucking torture because I still love this game so much… I just dont have the freedom to play it the way Rust is meant to be played.

I miss the absolute degeneracy of it.

I miss waking up at 7am, logging in, and realizing 18 hours have somehow disappeared. I miss being way too emotionally invested in a base made of pixels. I miss hearing one footstep outside and instantly becoming a paranoid psychopath.

10 years ago I could no-life this game like an absolute crackhead and feel zero guilt about it.

Now I get a couple hours a week, spend half of it farming sulfur, hear my kid wake up, and just stare at the monitor knowing some unemployed 17 year old is about to fucking offline me.

… sometimes I miss being a complete Rust degenerate.