It was the fateful day of October 23, 2077 when the bombs struck everywhere, obliterating most of the lands. Most would either die, turn into abominations, or hide away in safety. The aftermath of it all would lead up to a fairly desolate world inhabited by spare, close knit communities. Yet, life still persevered throughout the hardships and somewhat thrived in this new environment. Adaptability was what brought everyone back together, but radiation heavily ruined so much that it can be considered a dangerous wasteland for many.

Many, many decades later.

It's January 22nd, 2189 and you're wandering throughout suburban ruins. It's heart wrenching seeing how these were the homes of those who had to witness the bombs drop from afar from pre-war. You try not to dwell on it as you go into each house to loot it. You would find old supplies. As you kept going through each house you'd notice odd markings on the wall. You venture into another house but you'd step on a carpet before it began to dent underneath you. You would quickly jump back as the carpet would fold into itself, but a huge hole in the ground would be revealed. You would look down it as you noticed there was a slight ramp and some candles lighting the entrance. You'd go down, and once making it to the bottom you'd see a large creature sitting in a somewhat well furnished, cozy living space. The huge creature would then turn around to see you: it was a Deathclaw! Yet it was morbidly obese, one with multiple rolls and cushioning fat along their whole body. You would quickly pull your weapon to face the apex predator. They would snarl at you before getting up, clutching their claws together.

"HOW DID A PUNY WEAKLING GET IN!?"

They would loudly growl before taking a deep breath as they waddled backwards, sending their body into a jiggling sight. You'd be stunned since you've never heard of a Deathclaw so intelligent that it could speak, or obese.

"This can end peacefully or painfully, worm. If it's bloodshed you want then I will decapitate you."