In video games, we’re used to being heroes, saving hapless innocents from villains, monsters, and their own demons. Sometimes, though, we need a hero to save us. Here are stories of players coming to each other’s rescue, not because they had to, but because they could.
Earlier this week, I asked readers to tell me their best stories of when somebody came to their rescue in their darkest video game hour. I received a deluge of words about human kindness and even a couple tales that ended in real-life friendship. Also, one involved a talking dog.
And lastly, here’s one that was emailed to me by Daniel Czarny:
“I had just started playing Rust on Steam after reading stuff and seeing videos of the game. I was fresh blood, barely knew how to survive. After about a days work of getting a small house built and storing some materials for further development planned for the next evenings adventure I signed off.”
“The next evening rolls around and I sign on to find myself waking up on a beach naked like I did when I first started the game. I got raided, and I didn’t know how to cope so I went back to where my house was to find it blown open and empty.”
“I stroll around a bit, typing into chat what happened and everyone kind of laughed and shook it off like ‘Ha Noob got his cherry popped.’ I am running around and get killed randomly, after spawning again the sun is going down so I scramble and start asking for help in local voice chat and I hear someone respond back. These two people offer to take me into their base and only into the front room because they don’t know me or my intentions. Well they feed me and I am the perfect guest.”
“After this I joined on with him and his wife and we keep playing, learning, killing and raiding together. That was about 4 or 5 years ago and we are great friends now. Last year I flew out to him and in a month he will fly out here to hang out and game.”