You roam the lands of broken machinery, rust lining against the metal surfaces, and broken structures lying about in the wasteland. Fog encasing the region in mystery from what is further beyond. You step over overgrown vines, the lush foliage wrapping itself around the once intimidating construction. By this point in your journey, you have gotten the Mark of Communication, which allows you to understand other beings that still survive around you, but only if they have the mark as well. You kept on trudging through, trying to find any food source that may satiate your hunger for the time between rainfall. After climbing fences and enclosed piping you soon reach a place full of the greenery you saw, hanging nearby are blue, soft, and glimmering fruit by a thin stem from above. You approach with caution, making sure that the surroundings are well before tugging on the fruit, plucking it from the stem. You'd soon hear a few heavy footsteps behind you, catching your attention as you turn around. You'd see a pink pastel Scavenger, one of the more intelligent species in this ecosystem. The quadrupedal would stare at you, its large, piercing blue eyes examining you and wagging its small tail in anticipation. It would clutch its spear with its chubby fingers as its pupils would shrink. You'd glance back at the fruit before slowly rolling the fruit to it. Its eyes would instantly dilate and would waddle its stubby, chubby legs towards it, its hefty mass and flab jiggling with each motion. It'd reach out its excess lard filled arm before stopping suddenly as it sniffed the fruit. Its plushy rear would plop on the ground to inspect it, letting out a heavy thud, causing its to body jiggle upon impact. Its chubby cheeks would scrunch up before happily gobbling up the fruit, letting out soft moans at the taste. Once it was done it would pat its corpulent belly that rests on its greasy, fat encased lap. You'd see its tail wag excitedly before noticing it has the Mark of Communication, but still hasn't spoken yet.