Originally posted by Rustworth Lore:

Rustworth was forged in the fire of hand-made craftsmanship at the 1st day of the wipe.
Throughout he bore the weight of many souls — solo players, the 10 people clans, the sit-too-much-at-roof types.

But the world moved on. Humans found comfier chairs, memory foam, and modern design.
And Rustworth? He was left behind.
Alone, exposed, and slowly surrendering to oxidation.

He may be broken in form, but never in spirit.