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: SigmaWhere is my mind?
“There’s a mat,” he said blandly, jaw tight. Maybe the human hadn’t seen it. Sigma wasn’t entirely inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, but DiMA saw some worth in this particular band of humans, and so Sigma tried to treat them politely. 

Two of the others used the mat. One did not, but his shoes didn’t track anything in, either, and so Sigma lost interest in him. This one just tromped straight over it, his path marked with muddy footprints. 

Sigma could have let it go, mopped up the prints and moved on, but something about this human rankled him. The expression, how loud it was, echoing like the boots. It alarmed Sigma, designed as he was to gauge the beings around him as he went through his tasks. His design told him to shrink back, but his contrariness sent him forward to confront the human. 

He would hate his own irrationality later.
Jamie stomped over the mat and left flecks of mud, some of it dry on the floor on the other side of the mat. When one of the synths scolded her, Jamie bristled squared up to him.

"Get a fucking bigger mat then," she snarled as she glared up at him.
The human sounded as unpleasant as he looked. "There isn't a bigger mat. Is it really so hard to use that one? The other humans did." Sigma didn't bother disguising his irritation, muted as it was.

Maybe the human would just go back outside - it seemed the best solution.
Jamie glared up at the synth and lifted one foot. She stomped down and the sound was jarring, even to her. Flecks of dried mud broke off the shoe and scattered around her. She did the same with her other foot. Stomp! Stomp! Her boots were cleaner now.

Sigma flinched reflectively, punctuation to each footfall. He didn't like this noisy, muddy human. "Why couldn't you have done that the first time? This is our home, you should show it some respect."

Irritation made him incautious.
Jamie thrust out her hands towards the synth.

"Gimme the broom."
He clutched the broom closer, chin tilted down, eyes narrowed. "You're not going to hit me with it, are you?"
"I don't need a fucking broom to hit you." Jamie retorted with her hand still extended towards the broom.
The human had a point. Sigma offered the broom to him slowly, watching for signs of violence or betrayal.
Jamie took the broom and held it awkwardly. She wore an aggressive frown and she nearly punched the floor with the broom when she went to sweep. Jamie bit her bottom lip and corrected her grip. She pushed the broom along the ground and thus pushed the dirt into a pile. She didn't see the little bits she left behind.

Jamie straightened and turned back to Sigma.

"What do I do with the pile?"

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