“I am a rat, feasting on the remains left behind by more skilled players”
I am not a brave man. Where Escape From Tarkov’s battle-hardened veterans will actively look for a fight, I flinch at even the most distant sounding gunshots, scurrying from bush to bush and outright avoiding the most well-trafficked areas unless I absolutely have no choice. In the grand food chain of Escape From Tarkov, a
