Normal difficulty.
PC.
Walking along the Highway toward Sloan from the Railway Junction - when I am set upon by FOUR deathclaws.
Needless to say, I am killed instantly...as at Level 4 I've yet to find any formidable weapons, so I'm basically stuck with spit and harsh language.
I re-load, toggle God Mode and shoot one of them in the head TWENTY-FIVE times in a row using my Laser Rifle (the most powerful of the measly pea-shooters I've managed to accumulate thus far) and its health diminshed by exactly TWO bars. :angry:
After twenty or so minutes of that enthralling activity - they all lay dead and I continued my journey south.
Five minutes later - I was fighting EIGHT of the bastids at once. 7 advlts and one young'un.
If this isn't madness enough - midway through this waste of time - I'm accosted by some geezer who wants to talk to me about bottle caps - WHILE I'm being torn to shreds by Nevada's entire deathclaw community. Once finished, he wandered away and up the road ; completely ignored by the thrashing throng.
What. The. Hell.
This, plus the dodgy framerate has me starting to regret waiting all this time.
I've played FO3 dozens of times on every difficulty there is...and never had to endure something as ludicrous as this. :swear:
