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MASONITES SERVER
Where the wilderness hunts back.
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US · 3X · Monthly Wipe
Where the wilderness hunts back.
Find us in the Rust server browser
Small on purpose
Masonites isn't advertised. It grows by word of mouth, and that is deliberate.
A smaller server means the people on it know each other - your name means something here, and the person who helps you at 2am will still be around next wipe.
It also means new systems land constantly instead of once a year. Custom bosses, raid events, wildlife that remembers you - all built for this server, most of it this month.
Your blueprints survive every wipe, so nothing you learn here is ever wasted.
What you are walking into
Everything here was built for this server. Not a plugin pack — custom bosses, custom events, and wildlife that remembers you.
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Faster grind, same survival
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With red-circle PVP monuments
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Kings of the Wild, built here
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Carry what you earn
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Your blueprints survive the wipe
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Raid bases, wars, night votes
Kings of the Wild
You will hear when one wakes. You will not be told where.
What the Scientists Keep
You have walked past it a hundred times. The crate you never opened. The body you left cooling in a stairwell because the shooting had not stopped. The drop that came down two grids over while you were busy dying somewhere else.
None of it is lost. It is collected.
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Keeper of the Long Dark
They will tell you not to walk the fields after dark. Ask them why, and the old ones go quiet.
Before the walls, before the guns, there was only the Harvest. A caretaker worked this land alone, and when the frost came for his crop he did what desperate men do - he struck a bargain with the thing that lives in the long dark. An endless harvest, perfect and unwithering. The price was his eyes, his name, and his sleep.
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The Rot That Walks
Deep in the tree line, where the ground goes soft and the air turns sweet with rot, something feeds.
The trappers called it a boar once. It has not been a boar for a long time. The fungus took it the way the fungus takes everything down there - slow, patient, hollowing it out and moving in. Now it guards its grove like a crown, and what grows beneath its hooves grows wrong: mushrooms pale as drowned things, apples that never turn.
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The Farmer of the Cursed Fields
Not every soul out here is a monster. Some are just stubborn.
Rue Marsh keeps a green patch in the middle of a killing world - crops that never wilt, hens that never die, a barrel fire that never quite goes out. Folks assume she's touched in the head, farming alone where the alphas roam. Folks are wrong.
Read the full legend →Changelog
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