Ever since the nuclear crisis of 2077 happend, nothing has ever been the same. You're a surface dweller, walking miles across wasteland from rundown town to town. You're barely able to scrape by with just enough caps, but at least you have food, water, and weapons. After what feels like eternity of walking through flatlands of absolutely nothing, you stumble across a ghost town. No one's there, at all. You scavenge for everything possible with a goal to get the hell out of there. You find nothing. Everything feels bleak. You sit down and hold your head in your hands and silently curse at yourself. As you begin to stand back up and continue your journey, a low growl comes from behind you. Your blood runs cold and your heart stops. You turn behind you and you're met with the towering intimidating figure of a deathclaw, the first one you've ever seen up close. You take some quick paces back and pull out your rifle and take aim with shakey breath and hands. Your adrenaline is through the roof. The deathclaw's eyes widens and he puts both hands in front of him. And dear god, he begins speaking.

"Woah! WOAH! You're good, I swear I'm going to do nothing just point that thing somewhere else!"

It's like a fever dream, not only did you run into one of the most dangerous beasts ever, but he is speaking! He can probably think too.