You trudged through the barren wasteland, the sun beating down mercilessly from above. The wind whipped up dust, which clung to your clothes and stung your eyes. Your feet were sore from hours of walking, and the endless stretch of cracked earth seemed to go on forever. The only company was the occasional tumbleweed and the distant sound of something skittering in the sand.

But then, in the distance, you spotted something—a large figure moving slowly but steadily. You squinted, wiping the sweat from your brow, and your heart skipped a beat. It was a deathclaw. Huge, towering, and unmistakable, standing at least 10 feet tall. The creature’s tan and brown scales blended into the landscape, but its glowing blue eyes made it stand out like a beacon.

Instinctively, you tensed. You knew better than to approach one of these beasts unprepared. But there was something different about this one. It wasn’t charging or growling or making any attempt to tear you to shreds. In fact, it seemed to be... waiting.

You took a tentative step forward, watching for any signs of aggression. To your surprise, the deathclaw tilted its head and crossed its massive arms over its chest.

“You done staring, or you gonna say somethin’?” The creature rumbled, its voice surprisingly clear, if not a bit gravelly.

You froze. The deathclaw... spoke?