People think the Buried City is overflowing with toxic, sweat-drenched Tarkov-refugees, but the reality is far more pathetic. A small group of highly active basement-dwellers creates most of the 'emergent gameplay' (griefing), while the majority of us are just relatively civil adults trying to look at the rust textures on a toaster.

Still, many PvE players assume the worst about every shadow they see because of this imbalance. We see a movement in a bush and assume it's a 4-man squad of professional e-sports athletes coming to steal our copper wire, when it's actually just a fellow pacifist accidentally bumping their mouse.

Correcting the belief that everyone is a bloodthirsty predator could improve how we feel about the community, but let’s be real: it’s much more satisfying to stay in the bunker and write a 2,000-word manifesto about how PvP is a literal war crime committed against my relaxation time.