Welcome to Far Harbor
Far Harbor is a 18+ RPG that features loose stats, perks (and the ability to gain more) and a profile application. Don't worry if your knowledge of Fallout isn't extensive! Our docs cover the most important points and we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have about the world.

On Far Harbor, we like to focus on the oddness of a post-apocalyptic future where technology is as diverse as having synthetic life and guns made of wood pailings. Ghouls, super mutants, humans and synths all have a place in The Island. If you're looking for a place to explore a world blasted by radiation

. . . welcome home
Feburary 2277
Super mutants have been discovered on The Island after a disasterous expedition to find somewhere for the ghouls to establish an indepedent settlement. Meanwhile, Far Harbor was attacked by anglers, injuring many and placing additional strain upon the town's only physician.
  September 8 2017
I have installed the new "Pipboy" theme! It introduces the ability to display what items your character commonly carries (change this in the UserCP). If you run into issues, be sure to PM Kit the Human.

We've also switched to profile applications! Pending Users can now edit all of their details. You can find out about the process here.

  September 4 2017
We've relaxed out content rules! We're now rated, anything goes.
  August 21 2017
Adventure Time! Share a screenshot or a clip from your Fallout adventures to claim a perception point for a character of choice. Participate here!
  July 31 2017
HTML has been enabled for the development, wanted ads and plotters forums. Instructions are here. In other news....super mutants have been discovered on the Island. It is the first time they have been spotted. Super mutants are now a playable race!

Thread Contributor: GabrielThe Super Duper Mart
#1
Gabriel was at heart, a simple man.

He strode towards the Super Duper Mart with minigun in hand and a belt with bottles of alcohol and a lone flip lighter hanging from it. His gaze wandered towards an old car. She was once sleek and pointed but now she was busted up and rusting like all the other cars. Gabriel wanted to see it blow up. He grinned at Joan.

"I'll clean now." He put his finger on the trigger and toyed with it. The barrel rotated and whined but no bullets came spitting out. Not under he put his finger on the trigger and left it there. His grin widened. 

"Reckon we could collect the cooked ferals after. Sell it to the ghouls."
#2
"Sing a 'appy workin' song while ya do." Joan grinned, their hand rested on their 10mm. They'd stay a bit back, work as an extra pair of eyes and pick off any ghouls that looked to get a bit too close. Gabriel could jump into the fray and shoot all he wanted, as long as they didn't need to.

"An dunno, reckon they'd buy that? We'd 'ave ta tell 'em its molerat meat or somethin' an' they might taste the difference." Some part of them was a bit uncomfortable at the idea of basically selling what had been a human as food, but it was drowned out by that side that said it was a good way to get caps from something that would otherwise be wasted. Sides, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
#3
"You're the boss," Gabriel answered and then cackled with delight as Joan took his suggestion for the corpses seriously.

"You're wild." He sniggered some more. "But if ya reckon they'll buy it." A wild grin topped by even wilder eyes. But it was time to work. Gabriel walked forwards and did indeed start singing at the top of his voice.

"You've got to accent-uate the positive, eliminate the negative. Latch on to the affirmative, don't mess with Mister In-between." A feral crawled out from beneath a car and stretched as it made the kind of noise Gabriel made when he woke up. Gabriel put his finger in the trigger and the mini gun started to spin.

"You've got to spread joy up to the maximum, bring gloom down to the minimum." They all came out of their little hide holes. Climbing down from the building, out of shopping trolleys or from the place they had lain down.

"Have faith or pandemonium, liable to walk upon the scene." The rest of his song was thankfully, drowned out by the mini gun. Bullets ripped through the ferals ricocheted off the concrete. It's vibrations ran up Gabriel arms and it became apparent why Gabriel was built like brick house. He had clearly handled this weapon before. He slowed the spin to prevent the spread from growing too wide and then placed his finger back on the trigger so that the bullets kept raining.

When he was done, ferals littered the car park. Gabriel lifted his gun onto his shoulder and cocked his hip, other hand in his pocket.

"Alright?"
#4
"Nah, I'm greedy." They grinned, eyes alight, delighted that Gabriel seemed to be the same kind of crazy they were. The singing made them giggle helplessly, the bizarre combination of violence and it was fantastic. They preferred stealth, really, but there was something incredibly hot about this kind of firepower. 

Joan didn't even need to shoot any ferals themselves, and could just enjoy the show. Gabriel was a fucking one man army. 

Walking up to him when he was done, their grin never faded, Joan nodded. "Yeah, yer fuckin' worth those forty percents. 'Aven't seen this much destruction an' firepower in a while."
#5
Gabriel wore a wide and wolfish grin and his gut warmed at the compliment. Yeah, he was fucking worth forty percent.

"Ferals are fucking easy." He slid his hand out of his pocket and put his gun properly in both hands. The barrel was still red hot and ticking as it cooled.

"Should just mash up those corpses to sell. Minced meat. They'll love it. Alright boss, you lead. I follow. I rip anything that tries to touch ya." Gabriel's grin couldn't get any wider, but it tried.
#6
"Sausage inna bun." They joked, grinning up at Gabe. "Soun's good, time ta get that sweet, sweet scavenge."

With that they made their way toward the Super Duper Mart, still keeping an eye out for danger as they carelessly stepped over the strewn ghoul corpses, their for now empty duffel bag slung over their shoulder. The door gave a loud screech as they forced it to swing inwards on its rusty hinges.

Already they could spot some boxes of abraxo cleaner, stacks of duct tape and wonderglue on one of the first shelves. It was all going down into the bag.
#7
Gabriel giggled and followed Joan. Sweet sweet caps.

His grip on his mini gun shifted in preparation to start bashing things rather than firing. There was a line of cash registers to their left and various shopping trolleys tipped onto their sides. Shelves had also toppled over. After a moment, some tinny music started playing. It sounded slow and tired to Gabriel, not at all like the bright singing that came from Diamond City Radio. A Mr Pebbles toy lit up and emitted a slow meow. Still had power. Gabriel reckoned Joan would tear into the toy like butcher looking for the choice cuts of meat. In this case, it was whatever was powering the toy.

Nearby, a ghoul crawled out from under a shelf and launched itself at them. Gabriel shifted his gun to one hand and simply punched the feral in the face. It fell backwards, and made a gurgling noise that was cut off when Gabriel stomped on it's guts. Juices seeped out from the feral and it squelched under his foot. Gabriel lifted his foot and kicked the corpse away.

"Want a trolley?"
#8
Except from a quick glance, Joan didn't really pay attention to the ghoul, trusting Gabriel to keep them safe. Instead they grinned and quickly skipped over to the Mr. Pebbles toy, picking it up. "Well, 'ello gorgeous." They had definitely made the right choice coming here.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, tha' could be useful. This place is a fuckin' gold mine." Joan grinned, eyes glittering with greed. "I'm afraid yer gonna 'ave ta lug a lot of this stuff back, yer arms are a lot bigger than mine." They gave the arms in question an appreciative look.
#9
Joan was a fucking delight. Gabriel grinned at her.

"You're paying me forty fucking percent to shoot some ferals and carry some scav. I'll carry as much scav as you want." He would carry that scav hard. Afterall, the more he carried, the more his forty percent was worth. Gabriel wandered over to the nearest trolley and gripped the plastic handle to swing it around and push it towards Joan. The trolley rattled and grumbled, one of it's wheels locked off and made it spin like a drunken roach.

Another ghoul came over to try and slap them about. Gabriel punched it and made an irritable noise when it's dirty claws got him on the cheek and left bleeding marks. A moment later and he had smashed it's skull and was cleaning his knuckles on his shirt. It wasn't the only feral. Three more came tottering towards them. Gabriel stepped forward to intercept and lay into them with the butt of his minigun.
#10
Joan took the trolley and then dumped the duffel bag and the Mr Pebbles toy into it. At the sight of more ferals they tilted their head slightly, surveyed the scene, saw Gabe had it under control, and then went back to raiding the first shelf.

They hummed a cheerful song under their breath as they did so, keeping an eye out for any more ferals that would attempt to eat them.

Which was good as another one came rounding the corner of the shelf, on the opposite side of where Gabriel was. Quick as they could they drew their 10 mm, and as it charged they fired a couple of times. One bullet hitting it in the chest, another in the head. It didn't make much noise, the silencer muffling the sounds of the gunshots.


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