Half of me is admiring and amused at the workmanship found in this Fallout 76 player-made trap, and wants to lead a team to burn it to the ground. And half of me is appalled at the maniacal attention to murderous detail, and wants to lead a team to burn it to the ground. Neither side of me will actually do that, because while I’ll probably be popping back into Fallout 76 soon I don’t bother people at their fun if they’re not bothering me.
And it must be admitted: this fits the humor aesthetic found in Fallout.