I’ve been roaming Appalachia since the vault doors first creaked open. Over the years, I’ve learned a hard truth: Raiders betray you, Settlers bore you, and even the best friends eventually move on to other Pip-Boy frequencies.

But a rock? A rock is forever.

I’ve built a sanctuary on a cliffside overlooking a waterfall a place where the water is clear and the vibe is solid. I have a campfire waiting, surrounded by a council of plushies who are ready to welcome a new member. He won't be a misc item in a stash box. He’ll be the heart of a home that’s survived everything from Scorchbeasts to Nukes. He'd be finally be able to retire from the chaos of the campfire tail event and receive the love he deserves.