" _{don't look this way, don't look this way! I'm not a big deathclaw, i-i'm a rock! Just a pile of rocks! Keep walking by... just keep going...} "

After finally getting out from under that overpass back in Novac I started to head on back to the Follower's outpost by the train tracks. It would be a slow ordeal after not having any dinner or breakfast so I was hoping to make it back in good time and get myself some triple servings for the time I was away.

But along the way I noticed three objects walking up the road to me in the haze of the morning, Jackal members! One with a grenade launcher and another with a rifle meant that even with my thick hide that it's still something i'd want to avoid confronting and with my size i'd both be a easy target and pretty much impossible to lose if I try to waddle away! So, not seeing any buildings or billboards for me to hide behind I did the only thing I could think of, pretend to be something else.

I dove... well more like flopped onto a pile of rocks nearby, accidentally rolling much too far forward than I meant and got myself stuck on my belly and moobs meaning I was pretty much committed to the ruse now as it would take far too long for me to get to my feet like this if they saw me. Now I just have to wait here, not daring to even look over to see them and hoping that they don't look this way too much and realize that the rocks over this way seem a bit too rounded compared to the usual jagged outlines out there... if I get out of this i'm asking for six times the servings when I get back...



Deathclaws and Fallout: New Vegas belong to Bethesda, the hiding hill of blubber is mine.