Uploaded March 2017 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Fresh Wipe. Fresh Stories.
I remember some events that happened to once upon a fresh wipe. I remember gathering resources. I remember building the strongest 1x3 base on all of Rust Island. I remember running from my enemies, making friends with psychos-- and then there was that time that I killed three geared guys using only my rock.
I remember that time I wrestled with a bear. There is no dishonor in being defeated by a worthy adversary.
I remember battling an enemy among the trees and among the rocks and picking up his AK from beside his fallen body (only so that I could return it to his widow so she would have something to remember him by).
My enemies fled before me. Soon my victories could not easily be counted. Pain is fleeting. Glory is forever. Stories from a fresh wipe from Cobraland (Week of 3/9/17).
Fresh Wipe. Fresh Stories.
I remember some events that happened to once upon a fresh wipe. I remember gathering resources. I remember building the strongest 1x3 base on all of Rust Island. I remember running from my enemies, making friends with psychos-- and then there was that time that I killed three geared guys using only my rock.
I remember that time I wrestled with a bear. There is no dishonor in being defeated by a worthy adversary.
I remember battling an enemy among the trees and among the rocks and picking up his AK from beside his fallen body (only so that I could return it to his widow so she would have something to remember him by).
My enemies fled before me. Soon my victories could not easily be counted. Pain is fleeting. Glory is forever. Stories from a fresh wipe from Cobraland (Week of 3/9/17).
