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: RatLegendary
The Hull had been mostly repaired with sheets of corrugated metal and chicken wire scavenged from nearby buildings. They had a bloke who had worked out how to melt metal they didn't use and turn it into nails. So now they had nails that were not shiny like some of the pre-War nails but still did a good job of holding a thing to another thing. Rat sat on the tower part of the Hull with his favourite chair. It had a back rest and stuffing and all it's legs. So it was a pretty good chair as far as chairs went.

Rat shoved his hands down his pants and scratched his balls over his underwear. He had one of those warts again and needed to see Liam who was pretty familiar with his junk and bum by this point. He removed his hand when the wart got kind sore with his scratching.

"Fuckin warts," he muttered to himself. Rat scratched his neck next and wished he had a nice little shack with one of those shower things. That'd be real nice. Then maybe he wouldn't get so many rashes and warts and have to go into the Last Plank and work for a bloody shower. He pulled out his revolver, precious thing, and pretended to shoot some things. Rat was missing an ear from his misadventure with Joan who hadn't left him behind. Rat had hoped his ear might grow back like lizard tails did but Liam told him that it wouldn't.

He heard heavy footsteps on the steps leading to his tower. Rat lowered his revolver and sat up straight, training his eyes beyond the blue flames and into the encroaching Fog.
The wooden steps creaked under his combat boots. Some rain dribbled on his shoulders and head, making his shirt stick to him. Gabriel gave no appearance of being bothered by this development. He reached the tower and looked down at Rat. Scrawny bloke with beady eyes full of passion and outrage. Or he looked outraged whenever he looked at Gabriel. Probably because he pissed off Gabriel had had the audacity to leave the Island. Silly wretch thought that when you were born here, you belonged here. Forever. If you left, you betrayed your blood and the Island and ought to be driven out beyond the Hull.

There was a small table next to Rat with an empty Vim! bottle and an ash tray. Gabriel pushed both aside where they clattered loudly on the ground. A bit of the ashtray came away. The newly exposed part was shiny and new. Gabriel sat on the table and crossed his arms.

"I reckon the Children think we're cowards. See, they sit there, wanting to kill us all and we don't do jack shit."
The hell? Rat had to move his chair. Gabriel was a big unit and big units took up a lot of space in a small tower. He blocked the view of the Fog as well. Rat leaned around him to try and see properly.

"We're not cowards," Rat spared Gabriel a glare. "Just cus we're not Gunners, don't make us cowards. Besides, we attack them they attack us and they've got better weapons I reckon." And they were surrounded by the green radioactive water infested with mirelurks. Stupid to go attack them.

"You're in the way." He added peevishly.
Gabriel grinned, his childish glee was a brightness in his eyes. He didn't move. He did lift up on foot and lean it against Rat's chair, with Rat still on it. Scrawny little guy didn't take up all that space so he didn't need all that space. Gabriel turned his chin towards the guard on the opposing tower.

"He's watching." Gabriel looked back at Rat with his petulant green eyes. "You gotta relax. No listen," Rat had been about to argue.

"I don't think you lot are cowards cus you're not gunners. I think you lot are cowards cus you've got fucking Children on your doorstep that want you dead and you lot, you go, ah we can't do anything about it. Fuck that. You can. You just gotta get creative."
Relax. Like he could relax with that big stupid fuck spreading all over his table. Gabriel was built like a fucking bus, the one's the massive hermit crabs carried around. Rat stood up and crossed his arms, tilting his chin up and almost standing on his tip toes. It was stupid, how tall Gabriel was. He was taller even than Rat and Rat was no short ass. Just skinny as fuck.

"What do you mean?" He frowned, the lines exaggerated as he tried to work out what Gabriel thought they could do. "They got lots more ways to kill us then we can kill them. Not a matter of being creative. Just a matter of who's got more guns."
"Thinking like that costs you the battle," Gabriel said and turned his gaze from Rat to the Fog. It slid along the roads and the broken buildings, pooling in the streams and the sea and the puddles that had been there for so long, they had things living in them.

"People are shit at shooting when they're scared. Use that." His lips curved and he looked at Rat from the corner of his eyes. "Plenty of things to be scared of in the Island. Might as well encourage them to go knockin' on the Children's door. Then you fight 'em. Now, you don't have to kill them all. Just draw enough of 'em out of their little fortress and slaughter 'em."
Rat forgot to be cautious with this traitor to the Island. He grinned, ratty eyes gleaming and all teeth showing.

"What, like round up all the beasties and sic me onto the Children?" He giggled, minds eye full of him leading fog crawlers and anglers through the wreckage of vehicles and swamp. Attack that. He would point dramatically and the creatures would chomp in Children like the trapper had chomped on his ear.

"Yeah. I still don't get it."
Gabriel snorted and grudgingly thought of Rat as someone who was more than a do gooder, too hung up on their own ideals to see the world as it was. Made sense though, little bloke had been abandoned as a little kid and sort of hung around and somehow, survived.

"Meat." Gabriel said. "And run. And then yell for help. When they come out? I fire."

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