There's a fatalistic cycle at the heart of Rust.
Every life begins the same. Players spawn on the shores of an uncaring island, naked and ill-equipped to make it through the day. Every life ends the same, too: with the clinical inevitability of a server wipe. The world-ending reset might come after a week. On another server, it might take longer, but there's no avoiding it. The entirety of Rust is bookended by the chaos of a fresh spawn and an inescapable death-by-reset. They're the only two universal truths in a hostile world. You're born. You try to stay alive. The server wipes itself clean. And then, everything starts over.
It's what happens in between those moments that matter.
via destructoid https://www.destructoid.com/review-rust-490145.phtml