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Inglewood, New Zealand
And then there’s her sidekick, McClaymore - a man with gear fear so bad he treats a green shirt like it’s tier 3 loot. I watched this guy kill someone, loot their full kit, and then immediately hide in a bush for 30 minutes deciding if it was ‘worth it’ to go home. Bro sleeps in 47-minute increments at 4 AM, wakes up just to recycle rope and log off. Together they’re like the Rust version of Pinky and the Brain - except neither one’s the Brain.