I've built furniture for every new arrival since The Burrow was established. Each piece tells a story. That chair? Made from a Brotherhood of Steel vertibird that crashed nearby. Ironic, isn't it? Their technology now comforts the 'abominations' they'd rather exterminate.

Most wastelanders build temporary structures because they expect to move on or be forced out. Everything I build is meant to last decades. The Burrow isn't a hideout—it's a legacy. A statement that says we refuse to disappear, no matter how much the surface world wishes we would.

There's a satisfaction in turning scrap into shelter that I never found in my pre-war construction work. Back then, we built disposable structures for disposable people. Now, every nail, every board, every weld is an act of defiance. We build permanently because we demand the right to exist permanently.