This is the story of the saviors of the wasteland! One day i started a new game and decided to go the back way to Vegas which i had done many times before so i was confident in my chances of survival. With my Mercenary Grenade Rifle in hand i easily blasted through the Cazadores on the back road and made my way to bonnie springs where i knew i could get an easy set of combat armor. i slaughtered the Vipers (or jackals? cant tell the difference) swiftly and walked over to collect my loot. before i could obtain my prize i was struck and knocked forward and everyone knows what the 1 creature who can hit that hard so quickly is. i turned and fired my last 40mm grenade at the deathclaw which did nothing (predictable). so i ran knowing that i was surely doomed. suddenly from behind me rushed past a bighorner, to which i thought was just another creature looking to ruin my day. but suddenly the whole herd of bighorners was upon the deathclaw, knocking the ugly lizard to the dirt and headbutting him to death.

From that moment on i have refused to kill a single bighorner in NV as a sign of appreciation... any thoughts wastelanders?