Sooo...
You build a base. A safe place in the cruel wasteland. People flock to your small community in hopes of a safe life away from raiders. Your community thrive and prosper, becoming a major hub. More people arrive, with tears in their eyes, all like "Thank you, for providing a safe shelter in the otherwise hopeless and doomed life in the wasteland".
That is when you rub your hands. With a suppressed small evil laugh. You change the turret systems to "Attack all", open your deathclaw pens, and activate the minefields. Panic. People are being shot down left and right as deathclaws rip people to shreds. Old Gary was a wasteland-veteran. Could have been a threat. Tonight he was strategically placed next to the fire turrets. As he was incinerated first - his screams was the first instrument in the symphony of chaos. Bob was a farmer who lost half his family to raiders. He thought this place was a haven. That it was safe. He carries his gunshot-wounded closest relative on his shoulder and makes a run for it, but steps on a mine - and drops his relative on another mine - stomach first. Chaos. Death. Despair.
When the violent song of death finally stills. And the morning fog provides a blindfold on the atrocities that occurred the night before. You get to work. You gather all the dead townspeople at the slaughterhouse and start your chainsaw. Hungry. So hungry. You will eat Janice first... she always complained to you about the noise from the crafting station. They all thought they were safe here. But they were unwilling cattle. Cattle waiting to be reaped and harvested.
Beethovens Ode to joy plays on the pip-boy.
Time to build a new settlement.