On my first night in Foxhole, I didn’t fire a gun for hours. Instead, I wandered around a town until I ran into a fellow Colonial (my faction) and asked how I could be useful. He put me to work in the scrap fields, where I harvested bits of discarded metal that we’d then load into a big container, crane into the back of a truck, and deliver to the local refinery. Our scrap became basic materials (or “bmats”) used to craft guns, ammo, vehicles, tools, clothes, explosives, sandbags—anything and everything that our actual (virtual) comrades a dozen miles away needed on the frontline.
