I'm pretty good at sustaining gaming relationships with people, but back in like 2014 or 2015 or so I was part of a clan in Rust called Chaindogs. This was back on the legacy map mind you. At our height, there were 16 of us and we pretty much dominated 2 servers where we had colossal bases. For a solid year and a half most of us got on almost every night and raided other bases. I'm pretty sure if you go back, someone even made a whole thing on Reddit about us. But we RP'd, we fucked around, we recorded some stuff that I think is still on YouTube, we just had a great time. But then Facepunch finally released the new map to the masses, so we decided to expand our clan to a 3rd map on the new procedural map. We became a bit too thinly spread, so we decided to abandon our base on one of the legacy servers and just remain on one legacy server and one new one. This worked for a few weeks until a big coordinated raid took out our base on the new procedural map server. We ended up taking a vote where 7 of us wanted to remain on the legacy server and 9 wanted to stay on the new one. We ended up splitting and over the coming months as Rust legacy died, more and more of us left Rust altogether and quit talking.
In the end, it was just me and my friend Avery left on the Legacy server that was slowly dwindling in population, going from (on normal days) 60+ people, now down to a dozen including us if we were lucky. Left in charge of a base far too big for two people to manage, and not willing to accept any outsiders into our clan, we finally realized we had lived long enough to see ourselves become the villains. We downloaded our respective hacks for Rust legacy and went around gathering all the wood we could possibly find until we had a few dozen crates full. In the middle of our crumbling base, we built a tower so tall that the top wouldn't generate if you were on the ground and we left that as our mark. We played some games together after that, but I haven't spoken to another of my Chaindog bois since 2016.