I'd fortify a building with turrets, traps and other automated defenses... and then live in a small shack next door selling ammo and equipment to scavengers and merchants who come to plunder the legendary treasure in the fortress next door... of course the ammo and weapons I sell would be scalvenged from all those who died trying to make it in. I'd be the affable old guy who tells misleading stories that get people just far enough in to guarantee they don't wreck the defenses too much before they get in a position to be trapped and killed with the minimum of fuss.
... why yes I am a bit of a bastard, but it would be a dog-eats-dog world and I'm determined that everyone should think I'm a mouse right until I kill them.
... why yes I am a bit of a bastard, but it would be a dog-eats-dog world and I'm determined that everyone should think I'm a mouse right until I kill them.