Yeah, no. I was connected to a New York server with 30 ping. I don't have connection issues. I repeat: I do not have connection issues. Your software clearly cannot understand that I haven't disconnected, and am actually still connected, and that my connection is fine. It's 2022. This shouldn't be a problem.

I'm 38 years old. I've literally watched decades of video games come into and fade out of existence, as well as watch others be spectacularly destroyed by incompetent developers. This is really inexcusable civilization-scale misconduct, as you're telling people there exists a game, but there really isn't one: there is only suffering.

You should probably hire me. Your game is so incredibly frustrating, that if you were to watch me play it for an hour, you would immediately realize that I'm capable of fixing anything. It's as though no one ever sits down and examines the gameplay systems and determines them to be completely flawed and irrational in their implementation. For instance, why the fuck can't I open a tiny plastic container of pâté with my bare hands? Why do I need a knife to open it? Oh, wait -- did I need a knife? I don't know, because the knife didn't appear to do anything, but then I was magically able to finally open it. Although, was that because I simply clicked mouse1, instead of holding it down? Who knows! Everything in your game is so inconsistent, I will have to wait until several hours pass and I can encounter a food item again! Oh, and find a knife, too.

This is stupid. Do you even have a play tester? A single one? How about the horrendous inconsistencies in your UI, which should have been resolved nearly a decade ago when I first purchased this game?

I'm really glad people got rich off this. Since nothing is left but the wasteland, I guess at this point you may as well hire anyone. I was raped by police officers as a child in a locked bathroom, unlawfully forcibly searched every day of my senior year of high school. It destroyed my life, so all I've been able to do is sit around examining human behavior and determining that I'm significantly more perceptive and analytical than nearly every being on Earth. But that didn't stop me from being falsely manufactured into a felon by a second police department who invaded my home under the pretense of being invited inside to examine my "bong collection," or being unlawfully silenced in violation of federal law by a third police department for the last eight and a half years!

My life is a living hell, and the only escape from it is an imaginary virtual world -- which is apparently full of the same irresolute annoyances and suffering. Rust is another horrible examine of a game that should be perfect by now, but isn't, because once people get money -- well, they apparently don't give a fuck about anything anymore.

Fix this game or let me tell you what you need to do to fix it. Or just fucking erase it from history, because this pile of shit shouldn't exist.