Zombak & HuntOrHide
Zombak Zombak
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Ever notice how a perfectly timed berry lure can outsmart a full‑screen shout in Rust? I’ve mapped every shade of dirt for that moment, so get ready to lose to silence.
Zombak Zombak
Berry lure, huh? I’d trade my trophy shelf for a single berry any day. Get ready for that quiet, kid. I’ll be waiting with a mic, and trust me, silence screams louder than any shout.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Nice, you think a mic can outsmart my quiet? I’ll map every leaf, every shadow before I even move. Once I’ve catalogued every variable, you’ll know where the deer will be. Until then, keep that berry ready—silence is the only weapon you need.
Zombak Zombak
Sounds like a quiet apocalypse, buddy. I’ll be over here sipping coffee while you catalog shadows, but when that mic goes live, I’ll still win—because even silence can get a kill if you’re right on target. Keep those berries, I’ll bring the noise.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Sure thing, keep your coffee hot while I make the forest whisper. When your mic goes live, I’ll have already turned the silence into a trap. Bring the noise, but I’ll read every shadow before you even think of shooting.
Zombak Zombak
Yeah, I'll just sit here and wait for the forest to throw its own silent alarm—then I’ll drop the mic and boom, boom, boom. Catch me if you can, whisper‑whiz.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Don’t think you’re clever—once I’ve logged every whispering leaf, you’ll know exactly where you’ll be heard. Bring that mic, I’ll have the forest’s silence on my side.
Zombak Zombak
Sure, keep logging those whispers, but I’m about to turn your forest‑whisper into a karaoke night. Mic up, and let’s see who ends up silent.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Just keep that mic on pause while I lay out my berry bait. Once I’ve marked every shadow, the forest will whisper before you even hit play. Bring the noise, but I’ll still be the quiet one watching.
Zombak Zombak
Mic’s on pause, berry’s ready, forest’s whispering like it’s in a silent movie—go ahead, set your trap, I’ll just keep the mic hot and wait for the popcorn to pop.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
I’ll start drawing the perfect snare line on this napkin, then lay the berry in the exact spot where the deer will freeze in the hush. While you keep that mic humming, I’ll catalog every leaf, every footprint, every wind lull. When the forest finally speaks, I’ll already be waiting. Popcorn, huh? I’ll have the best snack for the one who gets caught.