James Williams-Far Harbour
"Me and my partner can give you shelter, supplies and try to get your memory problems under control so you stop having the flashes and visions. Then, when we leave for The Commonwealth, we can take you to a safehouse and get you to safety. That's my offer."
“Interesting offer but here’s my counter offer.” James replied harshly pulled on the combat knife across Bishop throat, silting it in the process.
“Funny should mention ERRROR CODE 01001110 01101111 00100000 01110011 01110000 01101111 01101001 01101100 01100101 01110010 01110011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01101100 00100000 01101100 01100001 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100001 MEMORY FILE MISSING ABG-F11
“Plus I don’t exactly trust you.” James stated as he took Bishop’s shotgun “but with your mysterious death by the courser I should be able to get rosey to loosen her tongue about your railroad base.”
“But that’s enough story time, your dead.” James joked to himself as he pushed the dead or soon to dead Bishop over the barrier and into the foggy Far Harbour sea. Lighting up a Cigarette He watched as the Ocean slowly claimed another victim...
Much easier than burning them.
As he watched the ocean slowly drag the body way James noticed there were several seemlying broken but floating and thus seemlying fixable boats scattered around the dock. Perhaps a small team could use one of those boats to
reach the other side of the island and see what was going on with the atom people
Maybe scavenge per-world war 3 places for supplies too...
Hiding the shotgun behind some barrels James made his way back up to the front of the deck and looked around for Old Longfella who he discovered talking to the old git who been paraded through town earlier but had since then found some clothes to put on.
"Alright stranger I'll bite. Just what is 'The Brotherhood of Steel'?"
“A gang of Raiders LARPing as medieval knights.” James chuckled
“Sorry to interrupt your conversation Mr Longfella but I wanted to know who owns those boats out by the docks? I was thinking perhaps we could fix one up and then go and get some info on the atom fruitcakes.... perhaps find out what’s going on with them”
"Me and my partner can give you shelter, supplies and try to get your memory problems under control so you stop having the flashes and visions. Then, when we leave for The Commonwealth, we can take you to a safehouse and get you to safety. That's my offer."
“Interesting offer but here’s my counter offer.” James replied harshly pulled on the combat knife across Bishop throat, silting it in the process.
“Funny should mention ERRROR CODE 01001110 01101111 00100000 01110011 01110000 01101111 01101001 01101100 01100101 01110010 01110011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01101100 00100000 01101100 01100001 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100001 MEMORY FILE MISSING ABG-F11
“Plus I don’t exactly trust you.” James stated as he took Bishop’s shotgun “but with your mysterious death by the courser I should be able to get rosey to loosen her tongue about your railroad base.”
“But that’s enough story time, your dead.” James joked to himself as he pushed the dead or soon to dead Bishop over the barrier and into the foggy Far Harbour sea. Lighting up a Cigarette He watched as the Ocean slowly claimed another victim...
Much easier than burning them.
As he watched the ocean slowly drag the body way James noticed there were several seemlying broken but floating and thus seemlying fixable boats scattered around the dock. Perhaps a small team could use one of those boats to
reach the other side of the island and see what was going on with the atom people
Maybe scavenge per-world war 3 places for supplies too...
Hiding the shotgun behind some barrels James made his way back up to the front of the deck and looked around for Old Longfella who he discovered talking to the old git who been paraded through town earlier but had since then found some clothes to put on.
"Alright stranger I'll bite. Just what is 'The Brotherhood of Steel'?"
“A gang of Raiders LARPing as medieval knights.” James chuckled
“Sorry to interrupt your conversation Mr Longfella but I wanted to know who owns those boats out by the docks? I was thinking perhaps we could fix one up and then go and get some info on the atom fruitcakes.... perhaps find out what’s going on with them”