Living in a post-apocalyptic world has always been a challenge. For years, I've wandered alone, searching both the Capital Wasteland and the Commonwealth for junk to build up my settlement, for weapons to guard my cave, and for people who I can help meet their own personal quests.

Today, as I stumbled home from Diamond City I found a mysterious package outside my dwelling... wondering what it could be, I scanned it for traps set by raiders, and discovered it was safe.

I brought it inside and slowly revealed the contents... much to my amazement, a previous Deathclaw Behavioral Researcher had called on me to use my intellect and charisma to continue his life's work to domesticate a deathclaw.

A Deathclaw!? I exclaimed! How frightening! I have had one too many close encounters with Deathclaws in my days in the wasteland!

I uncovered a halotape left for me by the scientist, which revealed the ultimate goal... to domesticate a deathclaw!

But how!? I asked the same questions, my friends. The answer... beer!

Yes, yes! How ingenious! As I shifted through the contents, I found a handy journal in which I could continue this researcher's work by procuring new beers and experimenting the results on a infant deathclaw!

But where would I find an infant deathclaw?

Low and behold! The scientist left me an egg of a deathclaw that hatched immediately! Such a small creature... even cute I may say!

But the scientist left a dire warning... the Mama Deathclaw would be hot on my trail, discovering her baby was missing from her nest. I froze with terror... I must stock up on my stimpaks, psychos, jet, whatever I could to save myself from the battle that was inevitable.

Luckily, the researcher was quite brilliant and anticipated my needs. The last item in the parcel was STIMPAKS! Now I'll be safe, and will be able to focus on my quest.

But for now, I sit at home, alone, with my baby deathclaw.

He's watching me quite closely...I sure hope this plan works...