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: SigmaBad Dog
He hated that dog. It looked disgusting, it smelled disgusting. It drooled and tracked in mud from outside. Sigma might have hated it less if it’d been friendlier, but the filthy thing was ready to take someone’s hand off for getting too close.

For that reason, he stood near the wall, watching it slobber and pant. He gripped the mop so tightly his knuckles went white when it shook its head, sending lashes of spit and dirt out across the floor. The clean floor. Most of the other synths had respect enough for their home to wipe their shoes before they came in, but with the dog came chaos. Chaos tracked in from the front door and into the depths of the observatory. Maybe to DiMA's server room, if they weren't careful. Sigma felt like a sentinel, guarding the entrance corridor, faithful to his task.

Where was its owner? He should be responsible for his disgusting pet. The forgetful one, Eliza. Phi seemed to like him and Sigma couldn't understand the appeal - a malfunctioning synth with a disgusting pet. Statue-still, he searched the hallway, his coveralls blending innocuously with the wall.

His glower didn’t blend so well.
Ser Hugs-a-lot gave an almighty sneeze, then shook his head again dislodging more mud and drool. Then he seemed to decide that this was a really good idea, and then shook his entire body, dirty water and even more mud spattering the formerly clean floors.

Then his ears perked up and the big dog's head swiveled towards Sigma, and the dog gave a warning 'boff'. There were many strangers in Acadia, and Ser Hugs-a-lot disliked them all. Satisfied that he'd given his warning, he then began to walk further into the complex, intending to search for his beloved Eliza.
Sigma's heart sank, watching it fling muck across all of his hard work. It had to be a personal affront, inspired by deep and abiding spite. He could have stayed to clean it, but anger sprouted up in place of despair. Stubborn, distracting anger.

He set the mop and bucket carefully out of the way, stalking after the dog. It would find Eliza and then Sigma could give him a piece of his mind.
Ser Hugs-a-lot trotted through the hallway, head swiveling as he looked for Eliza. As soon as he saw her he gave an excited little wag of his rump, his tail a mere stump, and bounded towards her.

Eliza only gave a laugh as the massive dog practically pounced on her, and she did her best to remain standing as he stood up, smearing her with mud as he licked her face. Ser Hugs-a-lot had obviously missed her, and the brief separation warranted a joyful reunion. Eliza didn't seem to mind the mud and wet doggy kisses in the slightest.

"Ser Hugs-a-lot!" She laughed, turning her head slightly to the side. "Aww, I missed you too!"
How could he let that thing drool all over him? This synth must not have very high standards, behaving like that. Steeling himself for an argument, Sigma marched over to the happily reunited pair.

"Your dog got mud all over the entry corridor," he announced, leveling his blandest (and thus, most irritated) stare.
Someone talking drew Eliza's attention away from Ser Hugs-a-lot, and she looked at him, then down at Ser Hugs-a-lots paws and the muddy prints he'd left behind.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry, I'm sure he didn't mean to do that." She seemed genuinely regretful, looking at Sigma with wide eyes, arms still curled around Ser Hugs-a-lots neck. Ser Hugs-a-lots on the other hands seemed to take offense to the other synths presence and making Eliza seem sad, so he bared his teeth, upper lip curling back.
Sigma couldn't decide how to feel, faced with the apologetic synth and the angry dog. "Make him stop growling," he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

How could he bring such a dangerous animal into their homes? Didn't he care about other synths getting hurt? Sigma glowered now, drawn into his small world of offenses both real and imagined.
"You're making him nervous, he's wary around strangers." Eliza defended Ser Hugs-a-lot, the mud was one thing but this was something else.
"I make him nervous?" Sigma looked every shade of incredulous, crossing his arms over his chest to glare at the other synth.
"Yes, please take a few steps back and talk softer." Eliza said, mouth set into a stubborn, if nervous line. It was easier to hide behind Ser Hugs-a-lot and use him as a reason, when the truth was she didn't like his tone either. Ser Hugs-a-lot didn't look nervous at all, instead he looked pissed.

"And I'm sorry he dragged mud all over the floor, I'm sure really didn't mean to."

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