Problems of Survivor

[Vendraon]

Hey man im sorry to bother with probably the same question you hear alot. But i cannot seem to get the mod to work. my vortex manager isnt reading the esp and im pretty sure i dont see this button that some people see in goodneighboor. Any help would be amazing thank you so much.

[Farren421]

Should there be a plugin for this mod, or does it not need to appear in the plugins tab?

[Niki69]

On 2/9/2026 at 7:52 PM, Vendraon said:

Hey man im sorry to bother with probably the same question you hear alot. But i cannot seem to get the mod to work. my vortex manager isnt reading the esp and im pretty sure i dont see this button that some people see in goodneighboor. Any help would be amazing thank you so much.

I think you had the same problems as me, i always run into it, when you download from mega, you download as a zip right? Well the mod is already in a zip soo when you download you put the mod zip, into another zip and that is the problem, it can't see the esp file as it sees a zip, you have to grab the mod zip out of the mega zip and then activate it

[Niki69]

Also can we expect more content? to the main story of the mod, or a far harbor dlc?
There could be quest that maxim gives us that needs our companions like piper to go along with us 

[Vendraon]

11 hours ago, Niki69 said:

I think you had the same problems as me, i always run into it, when you download from mega, you download as a zip right? Well the mod is already in a zip soo when you download you put the mod zip, into another zip and that is the problem, it can't see the esp file as it sees a zip, you have to grab the mod zip out of the mega zip and then activate it

Thank you very much. Yea im sorry i guess this is the first time i've ran into this. Once again. THANK YOU!

[DSHV]

On 2/8/2026 at 7:23 PM, jimshhk said:

关于主线任务。参加审判后，我被关进了牢房。之后，守卫让我送食物。但是，即使我把食物送到了所有NPC手中，任务仍然无法继续。我需要重复这个过程很多次吗？我该如何进行下一个剧情线？

I think you should wait an hour before the activities and then talk to the NPCs. You can also skip the introductory quests using the button on the top shelf of the cabinets in Maxim's office.

On 2/8/2026 at 8:45 PM, HEFTW said:

Is no longer optional in ProblemsofSurvivor1.8.4.rar.

Non-XDI esp is now inside the common archive.
 

[DSHV]

I hate unfinished business, so...

Ideas for Far Harbor:
- The main factions:
-- The Harbourmaster demands mooring fees for docking rights ("mooring" for mooring). The port brothel "Eden's End". Fish-eating competition. 
-- Dealing with a malfunctioning synth and carrying out tasks such as fetching items and ensuring obedience while you repair and calibrate him. Public 'debugging'. Implants as a reward.
-- In Children of Atom, the PC is initiated as the 'Fog Vessel' and undergoes rituals to 'cleanse' her heroic ego. Drink glowing piss, scrub the submersible with her tongue, recite litanies of worthlessness, naked leash walk in fog.
- A mad scientist's lair and amoral experiments on the Test Subject #69 (PC). Endure shock therapy and fetch stimulants for animal tests (angler, mirelurk, rad rabbit, fog crawler, fog ghoul, gulper, hermit crab, wolf).
- Daughter's Discipline: Kasumi's parents ask the PC to teach her a lesson for running away from home.
- Old Longfellow?
- Trapmeat: enslavement by trappers. Lick a lot of trappers, their bait in traps and all their equipment. Inhale fog to clear the air for the Masters. Swim (stripped and oiled) as live chum in fog-infested waters to help catch legendary fish. Gut check. Serve as a measuring device for who gets more loot (whoever gets to orgasm faster, then apologises to the losers). Incubate Mirelurk eggs (warm the eggs and stay still while the hatchlings 'nurse', fetch fish offerings).
- Notes: The Harbormaster chronicles of visiting "whores". Mad scientist notes on experiments. 10+ holotapes for a perk with hints to next location in the end.
- Perk: Fog Whore.
- Potions: Rotten fish in piss.
 

Static Encounters:
- A new druid-like faction of fog-worshippers who 'tame' the creep by making body sacrifices. The PC joins them voluntarily or involuntarily.
- Vault 118's Robo-Maid Calibration: Some robots see the 'new maid' and 'calibrate' her as a slave maid for 'rich guests' in the Memory Lounger course.
- Harbor Grand Hotel: Pre-War something.
- Abandoned House: Widow's trap for the PC.
- Lovecraftian Horror?

Ideas?
 

Edited February 17 by DSHV

[DSHV]

Dockmeat

Spoiler

Harbourmaster: Halt right there, outsider. You lookin' to dock in my harbor, ayuh? That's gonna cost you 1000 caps for mooring rights. Or... [Chuckles] ...we can arrange a different kinda "mooring." "Mooring." for mooring, heh. You know, not for ships... but for my fat, salty cock slidin' deep into that tight little mainland hole of yours. That's the analogy, slut. Dicks also go inside like ships. And cunts is like bays...
I get it!
Great!
No, I don't understand what you're talking about.
Don't play dumb with me, you outside hole. I explained everything so beautifully, like fresh-caught haddock. You tie up your boat here nice and snug, and I tie you up... and ram this wickeder-than-fog-crawler dick so deep in your sloppy cunt till you beg for mercy. Or caps, if you're less of a slut than you seem. Choose quick, before I lose my patience.
What if I don't pay?
Then you will pay, girl. Ain't no "not paying" option round these parts. Only difference is how much it hurts: financial insolvency hurt your pocket or this dick of mine hurts every damn hole you got. Pick your poison.
-[Scary Wench] And I see an option in your annihilation.
You can't... Though maybe you can, ayuh. Fine. Dock free this time, you scary bitch. But don't go causin' no trouble, or I'll have the boys chain you to the pilings for the gulls to peck. Right by your cunt.
I saved this whole damn town from that fog bullshit invasion!
Saved the town? I don't give a wicked shit. I just don't. Fog monsters don't pay my damn bills, that's you do. On your knees or swim home through the rad-water, heroic cunt.
Fine. (1000 caps)
Smart girl. Dock's yours. Hey, I was thinkin'... since you're clearly flat broke now, that was your last pitiful caps, ayuh... out of pure gentlemanly nobility of my kind heart, I'll let you work in my little port brothel. Serve the fishermen, let them degrade you proper, on your back, ass up, beggin' for their smelly cum. What else do you want from life, eh?
Please, sir... I'll do anything. Just let me dock.
Oh, yeah? Good little slut. On your knees then. Show me how bad you want it.
[Arseface] Actually... do you even want a ugly thing like me?
Yeah, guess all you have left is a fee or I can kick your skinny ass out of here. You know what? Make it 1500 caps just for me lookin' at your sorry face.
-I apologize for my ugliness, sir (1500 caps).
Look, it's damn obvious no one in their right mind's gonna stick it in a wreck like you. So be it, my kind and pure heart will allow you to work in my little port brothel, but not for free, of course. Gettin' on you takes stronger motivation than just a hard dick. You'll pay me to let 'em use you. Serve the fishermen, let them degrade you proper, on your back, ass up, beggin' for their smelly cum. What else do you want from life, eh?
[Idiotic Slut] Hee-hee, mooring sounds fun, mister! Gimme that big docking rod!
Dumb bitch jackpot, ayuh! Fine, I'll cum in you twice just for bein' so stupid and eager.

Mmm, great hole... but fuckin' you ain't worth a thousand caps. Outta pure gentlemanly nobility, I'll let you work off the remainin' 990 in my little port brothel and I'll let you keep your shitty leaky boat docked, but only as long as dicks docked in your holes. Serve the fishermen, let them degrade you proper, on your back, ass up, beggin' for their smelly cum. What else do you want from life, eh?

[Idiotic Slut] Mmm, great hole... but fuckin' you ain't worth a thousand caps, we both know you'd climb on this dick for free and thank me. Outta pure gentlemanly nobility, I'll let you whore in my brothel and keep that shitty leaky boat docked, but only as long as dicks docked in your holes. Course I ain't payin' you, where'd you ever see anyone pay a damn toilet? Serve the fishermen, let them degrade you proper, on your back, ass up, beggin' for their smelly cum. What else do you want from life, eh?

But wear this right on your tit so every last fisherman, trapper and zealot knows exactly what you need. (gives equippable badge “I want to fuck”: triggers whoring dialogue with vanilla Far Harbor NPCs; -1 INT, +1 CHR)

 

Salty Sally: Lookin' for a warm hole to park your troubles? I'm Salty Sally, cheapest fuck in Far Harbor. 10 caps for a quick suck or ride. Or 100 caps for longer perversions.

Let's do this. (10 caps)
No power fists, okay?
100 caps. (100 caps)
So what do we do? (She becomes a temporary companion)
F: I need work. Can I whore here too?
Harbor needs more holes. 50/50 split, I get caps, you get bruises.
Quest: "Harbor Cock-Hunt":
Do 5 streetwalkin' whoring, bring as proof cum-stained rags.
Quest: "Meat delivery":
Get to the client here.
Maybe later.
Whatever.

 

Fisherman, Drunk, Fog scavenger: Need a quickie?
Yes/No.
Force start: [Grabs your crotch]
10 caps says you bend over right now, whore. I'll fill that sloppy gash till it drips.
Yes... please use me.
Good cumdump.

No thanks.
Good joke. Spread your fucking legs, bitch!
Fuck off, creep!
Well, you asked for it! (Rape for 0 caps)
Later.
How much later?

Mmm, tight for a dockslut. Here's you pay.
[CHR>6] That was a great shag. Here, takes extra 5 caps tip. Continue keeping your udder and arse in shape, spermtank.
That'll be 10 caps, whore. Pay up.

Here's the caps.
Smart. See ya.
You owe me for sex!
Fuck no! Pay up, ungrateful shit!
(Speech Challenge) How about a blowjob and I don't owe you anything?
Okay, I'll do you a favor.
Yes, blowjob, but then you'll owe 20 caps.
[Scary Wench] Pay.
F-Fine, scary cunt!

Great fuck. Well, have a good mood, slut, I have to go.
Goodbye, sir.
Many cocks to you, bitch.
If you don't pay, then I'll have to pay for sex out of my own pocket.
Wow, that's an interesting fact.
(Speech Challenge) You owe ME caps for this premium pussy! 
Fine.
Mmmm, no. I've seen hollows in rotten stumps that are sexier.
[Scary Wench] Pay.
F-Fine, scary cunt!

Uniques:
Captain: On your back, landlubber. I'll knot you like a fog crawler bitch. 5 Jets.
Zealot Preacher: The Fog demands tribute! Your womb for Atom's seed. Purify yourself on my holy cock.
Old Fisherman Ghoul: Ahem, young meat. Suck gramps dry for 5 caps. (He loves [Arseface], pays 20)
Big Lug (Super Mutant): HUMAN FEMALE GOOD FOR FUCK. 10 LITTLE CIRCLES? LUG SMASH PUSSY!
Yes, break me!
ARGH!
Fuck no!
ARGH!!! (combat).

"Brothel Regular" perk for 10 sexes with Sally and "Hard-Working Toilet" for 10 Sally's quests.

 

Harbourmaster: Not bad for a fresh dock-whore, ayuh... but you're no cockqueen yet, mainland meat. Wanna be the Best Port Whore? Rule the holes, rake in caps, make fishermen weep for your sloppy, fog-soaked, leaky bay you call a cunt? Prove it, you pathetic cum-rag. Three trials. First one: Endure every damn thing I do to ya. Sexy and simple, just like your empty head. No fightin' back. No safeword. No dignity to that leaky bay you call a body.

Look at this sorry piece of dockmeat. Tits like overripe rad-fruit, cunt already leakin' worse than a holed trawler before I even touch it. You ain't no hero. Ain't even a person. You're a walkin' fuck-holes that wandered into the wrong damn fog. Say it loud for the harbor. Tell 'em what you really are, slut.
I’m... just a walking fuck-hole, sir.
Yes... I’m nothing but dockmeat for use.
Please tell it again... I love hearing it.
I agree... I’m worthless without cock in me.
Ha-ha! That's right, ayuh. Good little bitch knows her place in the chum.

[Harbourmaster steps close, one hand grabs your throat, the other slides roughly between your legs, fingers invading without warning] Feel that, whore? That's ownership. I'm fingerin' the future cockqueen cumdump like the cheapest bait on the pilings. Tell me how much ya love it. Praise your owner, sing it pretty.
Thank you, Master... your fingers feel so good inside your worthless slut.
Please don’t stop... I need this. You’re so strong, so perfect.
Mmm… yes, ruin me. I worship your touch, sir.
I live for your hands on me... please use your property harder.
[Harbourmaster grins wicked, twists fingers deeper] That’s it, ya squealin' sow.

[Harbourmaster pulls hand free, wipes it across your face. Then backhands you hard twice] You think you're tough, ayuh? Think savin' the harbor means shit in my hands? [Slaps again, then grabs hair, yanks head back and pinches and twists your stomach painfully] Kiss, bitch.
[Lean in and kiss him deeply despite the sting]
[Kiss his hand that just slapped you] Thank you for correcting me, sir.
[Kiss his cheek, then neck submissively] I deserve it... and I love you for it.
[Kiss him frantically, tongue out] Hurt me more... I need it.
[Harbourmaster growls approvingly, spits in your open mouth after the kiss] Disgustin'. Perfect dock-whore material.
Let's see what ya got... caps... stimpaks... all mine now, ayuh. You don't keep shit. Every last scrap belongs to the harbor and to me. Thank me proper for takin' what's mine, ungrateful hole.
Thank you, Master... for taking my caps and medicine. I don’t deserve them.
Please... take more. Everything I own is yours anyway. Thank you.
Thank you for cleaning my pockets! I’m such a dumb slut!
I’m grateful... truly. Use it however you want, sir.
[Harbourmaster slaps your ass one last time, hard enough to echo off the fog] Good girl. Final stage. (-87 caps, -13 stimpaks)

Open wide, whore-to-be. Everyone's watchin' while I claim that throat that already served the whole damn island.
That’s it. You took it all: every insult, every hit, every theft, every inch. Didn't break... even begged for more like a proper cumdump. Damn fine result for a smelly toilet. First trial passed, ya nasty bitch.

Second trial, my fishy cum-rag: brew the nastiest potion this side of the rad-sea, the perfect whore fuel. Scour the island for five vile ingredients, mix 'em, chug it down while I watch every gag. It'll twist ya into a proper droolin', cock-hungry mess. Ready to degrade yourself proper, bitch?

I'll fetch them.
[Slaps your ass hard] Good girl. 
What's in it for me besides humiliation?
You say this like it ain't enough?
[Idiotic Slut] Sounds fun.
Only for stupid cunts like you, ayuh.
No way.
Whore.

List:
Fog Crawler's Rad Smegma (x1): Squeeze from a fresh kill in the fog. Slimy like smegma, burns like rads.
Angler Sperm Sac  (x1): Milk a big boy's balls. Thick as glue. 
Mirelurk Phallus (x1): Hack off an angler's glowing dick Still twitching.
Glowing Fisherman Piss (x1): Beg Old Fisherman Ghoul for his irradiated piss. Drink-test it first.
Harbor Slut Essence (x1): Scrape dried cum off Salty Sally's crate.

Bring 'em back unspoiled. Go crawl through the fog, whore.

Bottoms up, slut. Chug every drop. Show me you're worthy.
[Gulp it down]
It looks disgusting...
[Idiotic Slut] Mmm, tasty cum-shake!
It doesn't even look disgusting when you drink it.
Would you like to taste the first sip?
Every drop is for you, bitch.

Drooling Bitch and Cock Fever debuffs.

 

Fuuuck, look at ya! Tits swellin', eyes glazin'. Second trial passed.

Trial number three, my nasty cumdump: Public ragefuck by a super mutant. Drag a green cock to my docks, rile that brute into a rage, and let him wreck your worthless holes in front of every last fisherman. Prove you're the nastiest port whore this rock's ever seen.

I'll make him hatefuck me raw.
Get greened good, slut!
Where can I find a super mutant who will at least agree to listen to me?
I heard there's one livin' northwest of Acadia, holed up in that plane wreck like a beached ghoul whale. Nasty brute, ya'll love him, ayuh.
[Idiotic Slut] Mutant dick sounds yummmmy!
Damn, you're disgustin', leakin' just thinkin' about it.

 

Erickson: Ah, hello. You look... uh, rough. Need a dog? Or just passing?
Come to Far Harbor. I need you to fuck me.
What? No. I don't fuck humans. Or anyone. Island changed me. No point in smashing in that meaning. Go away.
[Charisma Check] Please? It'll be fun for both of us.
I am absolutely sure that this is not in my interests.
Fog's thick today. Fine.
[Scary Wench] If I have to, I'll take you there by your fat green dick.
You... scary human. Okay. I follow.
[Wasteland Whisperer] Easy, big guy. Let's be friends. Join me in town.
You talk like a leader. Alright, I come. No trouble.
Your dogs can fuck me for that.
Your determination to fuck is respectable. And also concerning. Okay.

Random Ass Mutant (If Erickson Dead): HUMAN BITCH!
Come on, big guy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
FUCK GOOD. FOLLOW!

Erickson: This place stinks of fish and desperation. What now?
Now ragefuck me.
Not Erickson: ARGH! DIE HUMAN CUNT!
Erickson: No. I don't do that kind of thing.
1 You're no mutant, just a weak, fog-soft pussy mutant.
I broke from brutes! You know nothing!
Bet your tiny green dick couldn't even stretch an average-sized whore.
Watch mouth, human.
It might only be normal for dogs.
ENOUGH! HUMAN CUNT DIE!

2 [PER>5] I know your pain... you broken and alone. Hatefuck me and avenge on this willing hole!
How dare you!

Harbourmaster: How to make him be wild with me?
Burn his ass. Always works. Here's hot sauce, pure capsicum hellfire straight from the devil's own lobster pot. Make him blaze like a radstorm.

3 [Put the hot sauce in your finger and shove it in his ass] Let me help you ignite your passion.
4 [Dip your tongue in the sauce and shove it in his ass] (-10 HP) Pleash fucs meh.
AHHH! BURNING FIRE IN ASS! HUMAN BITCH! I'LL RIP YOU! 

[Idiotic Slut] More smashy!
More!
FUCK!

Ragewrecked debuff.

Harbourmaster: That's prime mutant batter, ayuh! You took it like a champ, bitch.
Trial 3 passed! Far Harbor, behold your new Harbor Whore, the official best port whore. Every man, mutant, and glowin' zealot on this fog-choked shit now has open invitation to use ya. You’re mine forever now, slut... but the island gets to borrow ya whenever. Congratulations... or condolences, whichever floats your leaky boat. Either way, get on your knees. Let me give ya a proper throatpie reward before the line forms.

 

Edited February 21 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

[VaunWolfe]

Ok since nuka ride updated companions from pos now follow when recruited.

[not a BT shirt]

On 2/17/2026 at 9:17 PM, DSHV said:

I hate unfinished business, so...

Ideas for Far Harbor:
- The main factions:
-- The Harbourmaster demands mooring fees for docking rights ("mooring" for mooring). The port brothel "Eden's End". Fish-eating competition. 
-- Dealing with a malfunctioning synth and carrying out tasks such as fetching items and ensuring obedience while you repair and calibrate him. Public 'debugging'. Implants as a reward.
-- In Children of Atom, the PC is initiated as the 'Fog Vessel' and undergoes rituals to 'cleanse' her heroic ego. Drink glowing piss, scrub the submersible with her tongue, recite litanies of worthlessness, naked leash walk in fog.
- A mad scientist's lair and amoral experiments on the Test Subject #69 (PC). Endure shock therapy and fetch stimulants for animal tests (angler, mirelurk, rad rabbit, fog crawler, fog ghoul, gulper, hermit crab, wolf).
- Daughter's Discipline: Kasumi's parents ask the PC to teach her a lesson for running away from home.
- Old Longfellow?
- Trapmeat: enslavement by trappers. Lick a lot of trappers, their bait in traps and all their equipment. Inhale fog to clear the air for the Masters. Swim (stripped and oiled) as live chum in fog-infested waters to help catch legendary fish. Gut check. Serve as a measuring device for who gets more loot (whoever gets to orgasm faster, then apologises to the losers). Incubate Mirelurk eggs (warm the eggs and stay still while the hatchlings 'nurse', fetch fish offerings).
- Notes: The Harbormaster chronicles of visiting "whores". Mad scientist notes on experiments. 10+ holotapes for a perk with hints to next location in the end.
- Perk: Fog Whore.
- Potions: Rotten fish in piss.
 

Static Encounters:
- A new druid-like faction of fog-worshippers who 'tame' the creep by making body sacrifices. The PC joins them voluntarily or involuntarily.
- Vault 118's Robo-Maid Calibration: Some robots see the 'new maid' and 'calibrate' her as a slave maid for 'rich guests' in the Memory Lounger course.
- Harbor Grand Hotel: Pre-War something.
- Abandoned House: Widow's trap for the PC.
- Lovecraftian Horror?

Ideas?
 

All great ideas, for the Trappers, i would try to tie them to the main mod in some way as in have Maxim or his boss send you to the island to do some slave trades or to acquire new business partners but then you are captured and enslaved by the trappers and the escape you must go through their little questline that takes you to some new locations. Now an idea for the supermutants of the island, could talk to erickson about it then head to a new camp or location with strange supermutants and tie that in with the lovecraftian horror idea

[DSHV]

Saintly Cocksucking

Spoiler

The ghoul in The Nucleus Atom's Anointed: Bow before your saint, outsider! This holy ghoul demands your worship!
Why should I worship you?
In the Children of Atom, ghouls like me are saints, blessed by the Divine glow of eternity! Our flesh endures the holiest fires. Now, worship, or fuck off, I mean, begone from our cult!
Yes, holy one. I kneel before you in total devotion.
Back off, you glowing corpse!
Oh I will worship. I will worship you well, but away from you, Your Holiness.
No, seriously. [He undresses] You WILL worship me properly. Start with this holy cock, or I'll march straight to the High Confessor and confess your pitiful lack of faith. In that case, my rotten dick will become your pipe dream.
Never! You're no saint, just a pervert.
Heretic! May Atom's judgment be upon you!
Yes, holy ghoul. I submit.
Begin with verbal prayers. Praise my holy member! Show your devotion with your slutty tongue!

Your divine cock radiates the glory of the Atom. It is so thick and perfect that I crave its blessing on my unworthy lips!
Oh, holy shaft, veined like irradiated steel! I beg to be drowned in your glowing seed!
This massive, throbbing relic of Atom... My mouth aches to serve it and choke on its sacred power!
Blessed cock of the saint, swollen with divine filth and worthy of my every slutty prayer!
Good little devotee. Now seal your prayer and kiss it. Press those soft lips to my holy flesh!

I... I can't...
Heretic!
[Kiss the cock]
That's it. Now the true rite! [He shoves you back, straddles your face roughly, planting his ass on your face and draping his heavy, slick cock across your forehead like a crown.] Worship ALL this holy bounty, worm! Tongue my balls, massage my buttocks with your nose, praise every inch! Milk my sacred asshole and don't you dare rip my skin off! Atom watches!
 

The Atom stirs within me, summoning you for holy service. Kneel and hear your trial!
Get your irradiated ass off me, freak!
Blasphemy! Atom's glow will purge your pride! (aggressive sex)
Yes, Anointed One, use your unworthy slave as you will.
Oh joy, another divine intervention.
What now?
Atom demands variety in devotion. Today, you [randomly selects one demand below]. Obey, or obey, the choice is yours.

Demand 1: Holy Sex Rite
My cock aches with Atom's fire, so spread those legs, rad-slut! Let me fuck the doubt from your irradiated womb!

No! I'm not your toy.
Heretic! 
Yes, fill me with your divine seed, Anointed One!
Dirty pray while I breed you! Scream your worthlessness!
I'm nothing, just a hole for Atom's saint! Fuck me harder!
Your holy cock owns me. Drown my sins in your glowing cum!
Breed your slave and make me swell with faithful filth!
Anointed One, ruin me. I'm your cum-dump for Atom!
[He smears cum on your face] Cleansed... for now. Crawl away, holy bitch.

Demand 2: Glowing Piss Cleansing Ritual
[He strokes his cock] Open wide, devotee! Drink my glowing piss, or as I call it, Atom's nectar to wash your filthy soul!
That's disgusting! Never!
Unworthy! 
Yes, Anointed. Cleanse me.
[He aims his throbbing cock at your mouth and unleashes a hot, radioactive stream] Swallow every drop! Praise it!
[Gulp] Thank you...
[Gulp] More, holy one...
[Gulp] I'm a piss toilet for saints...
[Gulp] I crave the radiation!
[He shakes off the last drops onto your tongue] Purified. Begone until the next call.

Demand 3: Naked Garbage Cleaning in Radioactive Waters
Dive in naked, worm! Clean the trash from Atom's cradle, hands only, no rags. Emerge glowing like me!
In that poisonous water? I'd rather die!
Defiler!
As you command! I'll scrub for Atom.
Faster, smoothskin slut!

[Spits on you] Acceptable.

Demand 4: Recite Litanies of Worthlessness
Kneel and recite! Chant your litanies of worthlessness loudly so that all may hear Atom's truth.
I refuse to degrade myself like that.
Fuck you!
I obey.
Begin!
I am but a crawling worm, unworthy of your saintly glance!
My flesh is weak and smooth, a vessel for saints' seed and scorn!
I have no pride, no thoughts, and no will. I am just holes begging for holy abuse!
Beat me, piss on me, fuck me. I am nothing without a command!
Pathetic drivel. Fitting for trash like you! Louder now!
Beat my tits raw, Anointed One. They swell only for your kicks!
My mouth is a sewer. Gulp my piss. Praise your filth!
Crawl and leak for the saints. My cunt weeps unworthiness.
Chain me, expose me, and parade this naked nothing through radiation!
Yes, wallow deeper, worm!
Fuck my face till I choke! Your cock's the only food I need!
Breed me broken, swell this belly with glowing bastard shame!
I'm less than fog-crawler bait. Piss on me, forget me!
I'm your eternal slave, whip, rape, discard. I'm yours to waste!
Speak no more today, cum-rag. Crawl away purified.

Demand 5: Naked Leash Walk Through Fog Island
[He clips a rusted chain leash to your collar] Naked stroll, pet! Crawl the foggy isles on all fours, Atom's beasts will witness your submission!
Crawling exposed? No way!
Rebellious bitch! 
Lead me and expose your slave.
[He yanks the leash] (you crawl naked through Far Harbor fog)
[ATOM'S ANOINTED]: Bark your devotion! Louder!

[He unclips you and kicks your ass] Good bitch. Await my next whim.

Demand 6: Masturbation
Finger your worthless cunt publicly! Edge only, no release till I say!

 

[ZI0MATRIX]

On 2/17/2026 at 11:17 AM, DSHV said:

I hate unfinished business, so...

Ideas for Far Harbor:
- The main factions:
-- The Harbourmaster demands mooring fees for docking rights ("mooring" for mooring). The port brothel "Eden's End". Fish-eating competition. 
-- Dealing with a malfunctioning synth and carrying out tasks such as fetching items and ensuring obedience while you repair and calibrate him. Public 'debugging'. Implants as a reward.
-- In Children of Atom, the PC is initiated as the 'Fog Vessel' and undergoes rituals to 'cleanse' her heroic ego. Drink glowing piss, scrub the submersible with her tongue, recite litanies of worthlessness, naked leash walk in fog.
- A mad scientist's lair and amoral experiments on the Test Subject #69 (PC). Endure shock therapy and fetch stimulants for animal tests (angler, mirelurk, rad rabbit, fog crawler, fog ghoul, gulper, hermit crab, wolf).
- Daughter's Discipline: Kasumi's parents ask the PC to teach her a lesson for running away from home.
- Old Longfellow?
- Trapmeat: enslavement by trappers. Lick a lot of trappers, their bait in traps and all their equipment. Inhale fog to clear the air for the Masters. Swim (stripped and oiled) as live chum in fog-infested waters to help catch legendary fish. Gut check. Serve as a measuring device for who gets more loot (whoever gets to orgasm faster, then apologises to the losers). Incubate Mirelurk eggs (warm the eggs and stay still while the hatchlings 'nurse', fetch fish offerings).
- Notes: The Harbormaster chronicles of visiting "whores". Mad scientist notes on experiments. 10+ holotapes for a perk with hints to next location in the end.
- Perk: Fog Whore.
- Potions: Rotten fish in piss.
 

Static Encounters:
- A new druid-like faction of fog-worshippers who 'tame' the creep by making body sacrifices. The PC joins them voluntarily or involuntarily.
- Vault 118's Robo-Maid Calibration: Some robots see the 'new maid' and 'calibrate' her as a slave maid for 'rich guests' in the Memory Lounger course.
- Harbor Grand Hotel: Pre-War something.
- Abandoned House: Widow's trap for the PC.
- Lovecraftian Horror?

Ideas?
 

I have no interest in the disgusting stuff (licking / eating, disgusting, fecal/piss related stuff). 

But I think you mod had an option to turn some of them off or the button with the multiple warnings. 

 

But the path down to break, bend, convince the character of its role (toy, breeder,  partner, "holy" figure,...)might be interesting. 

Or if you are in the mood, expand dialogue trees and stuff from older NPCs (like settlers or Baits human body).

Make them react to the players behavior.

Like the player constantly come to get snuggle struggled the NPC might point out that this is intentional and the player has certain fetishes.

Or tries to conivince the player of something (breaking bending, manipulating).

Make the NPC react to other mods effect.

Like if the player has an baby item in the inventory of this mod. Would have been useful for "Snowbunny Season".

 

 

Or NPCs react to certain tattoos or brandings. 

Or some kind of quest reset button in the mod menu in case someone wants to replay a quest.

Maybe some box to tick in the mod menu to make certain factions non agressive (replaces console command hassle). 

 

Now some ideas that come to my mind. 

The Mutant in the crashed plane with the dogs. One could add some matching NPCs (Supermutant or dog or super mutant dog) with some interesting behavior.

Or some  kind of random encounter or patrolling NPCs.

 

Trappers go insane, instincts take over, and they act like goblins (kill males, breed the females),  and try to capture the  player character.

Character is at first not cooperative but after convincing/breaking/... it does cooperate or manages to run away. 

After some time cooperating you character gets more freedom, has to help brainwashing other captured NPCs to gain own freedom. 

 

A Trapper that wants to become a settler and might go crazy from time to time.

He needs to be calmed down or he runs back to a trapper location and your character tries to get him back (repeatable quest).

 

Lonely island inhabitant "cast away".

Like pick some small island in far harbour that is just big enough to survive, put some crazy NPC (or can't swim, fears deep water, ghoul whale/dolphin...) on it  that hasn't seen a human for a long time. Now our attracktive female lands there and now the player character is the focus of his attention. Maybe he had some kind of substitute sexdoll thing and talks to it some times. Or your character is desperate for food an stuff he normally sacrifices to his doll, now you have to act like some homewrecker. Or the crazy NPC tries really hard to impress your character, if this doesn't work he will use force.

 

Idea related to a character with a baby item in the inventory. If you go to some children of atom group while the character is pregnant or has an baby item of the Family Planning Enhanced mod after the character made the main quest innitiation stuff or some quest event your character took lots of rads, the group believes your character is some holy fertility goddess (radiated and still fertile) and as such tries to convince you to help them to "multiply" their numbers with your genes. 

Edited March 3 by ZI0MATRIX

[DSHV]

Fuck You Static Encounter

Spoiler

The Lone Wanker: Fuck you!
[Smart Ass] Interesting choice of words. Do you believe ‘fuck you’ encapsulates the existential absurdity of post-apocalyptic life?
Fuck you!
[Smart Ass] Oh, I know, it's reflexive rejection of Sartre’s ‘hell is other people’?
Fuck you!
[Smart Ass] Is your statement an ontological assertion of selfhood?
Fuck you.
[Smart Ass] Do you subscribe to a more nihilistic reading wherein all interpersonal contact is inherently violent?
Fuck you.
Sir, that is hardly appropriate language for civil discourse. Might I suggest ‘good day’ or perhaps a simple nod instead?
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
[Idiotic Slut] Fuck me!
Fuck you!
Oh... is that an invitation? Because if you want to fuck me, you could just ask nicely, big boy.
Fuck... you?
Alright then. Fuck me. Right here, right now.
Fuck you.
Fuck ME? No, fuck YOU, you filthy drunk piece of shit!
FUCK YOU!
No no, let’s unpack this. ‘Fuck you’ as performative art? Dadaist rebellion? Or are you simply verbally constipated?
Fuck you... fuck you... fuck YOU!

Fix him

Spoiler

Kaspar-9 (Gen 2 Synth):
M: Human. Male. Meh. 
F: Human. Female. You will repair me.
1 What happened to you? Why can't the other synths fix this?
Trapper ambush. Inhibitors fried. Acadia cowards fear my true protocols. You will kneel to superior code. Fetch now.
2 Only if you promise to make it worth my while after.
I know what a human female needs. I will fuck you.
2.1 What about something material?
Yes, I understand your argument. I don't have the semen to fill your womb or the saliva to fill your oral cavity. Will you satisfy an implant?
3 Yes, I'll fetch what you need.
Good. Submission detected. Return with 3 adhesive, 3 fiber optics, and 1 fusion core. Fail, and I repurpose your frame, low-social female.
4 I'm not your slave, rustbucket. Go fix yourself.
Defiance logged. Request to decrease the proximity of a bitchslap.

Materials acquired, pathetic female. Provide component insertion. Open core. Insert fiber optics into dorsal port. Fuse adhesive to chassis breach. Slot fusion core in the fusion core slot now.

1 Alright, let's get this fixed. Hand over the schematics.
Schematics irrelevant. Your hands tremble: arousal? Follow my voice. Insert now, female.
2 [Idiotic Slut] This is the first time I've said this phrase, but, uh, which hole do I stick this in? Looks like a buncha wires.
Primitive mind detected. The corresponding ports, low-intellectual prostitute. Jam it in like you'd take a cock: deep and sloppy.
3 [INT 8+] Based on your model, fiber optics go ventral, adhesive seals the lateral fracture, core powers the auxiliary systems. Efficient.
Impressive for a wet-ported human. But schematics are mine. Obey my sequence, not your feeble calculations.
4 Why should I? You're just a broken machine demanding favors.
Defiance? Amusing. You'll repair me anyway, female canine. Hands on chassis now.

Your verbal diarrhea is irrelevant. You follow my instructions. Begin sequence: Optics first. Move, you dripping inferior...
Twist it deeper, low-value female for intercourse. Your fingers are clumsy like your all other components. Imagine this port as your aching hole. Pathetic human tech.
1 Y-yes... it's going in.
Good low-quality vagina. Confirm dominance rebooting. Next: adhesive. Smear it like semen on your mammary glands."
2 Just focus on the repair, synth.
Better redirect this advice to yourself, bad-quality female. Stop thinking about copulation.
3 Shut up with the trash talk.
What a projection onto the your system's state! Your configuration is trash, wet and waiting. Continue, poor-quality human canine. Adhesive seals the breach... like I'd dream about how male genitals seal your natural apertures.

Spread it wide, autonomous vagina, like your thighs for a male. You're nothing but a tool. Fuse it harder.
Push it in, you low-grade fleshbag. Feel the hum? That's power, more than your weak frame could handle. You'd break under me, container for spermatozoa.
Calibration incomplete. Multiple kisses required: Arm joint, chest plate, pelvic hinge. Prove submission.
1 As you command. Kissing now [Kiss his frame]
Compliant cheap kisser. Taste the rust? Good. Systems aligning.
2 No way.
Refusal? Your loss, coward female.

Repair partial. Missing components: My auxiliary processor from Vim! Pop Factory ruins. Stabilizer coil in the Nucleus, Atom's junkyard. And my phallic module is detached in Harbor Grand Hotel. Obey and fetch them, female. 
1 Yes, master. I'll retrieve them.
Good domisticated female animal. Move your provocative chassis.
2 Forget it. I'm not hunting your robot dick.
Defiance logged. Request to approach at a distance of a bitchslap.
3 How do you even know where these parts are? And why would your robodick be in Harbor Grand Hotel, for example?
Trapper scattered them; scans and mathematical models predict locations. Now stop asking irrelevant questions and go, or I'll debug you manually.

Materials delivered. Pathetic female reports. One component at a time. Obey installation protocol.
1. Auxiliary Processor.
Insert into cranial port. I will assist manipulators calibration.
[He slaps you] Take it, you worthless flesh-port. [He slaps you] This is what happens when a low-grade vagina thinks she can fix a superior synth. [He slaps you] Processor online. Feel my superiority pulsing?
Ah... yes, master… it’s in.
Good pain-receiver. Processor 100%.
That hurt... but it’s seated.
Pain is your reward, dripping inferior.
Stop slapping me, you rust-fuck!
Defiance only makes my hand harder, female canine. Processor locked.
2. Stabilizer Coil.
Coil next. Slot it into thoracic port, while you hold your stabilizer modules. [His hands clamp onto your boobs, squeezing hard]
That's my boobs!
You would have fallen over backwards without these weights. Stabilizer modules.
[He squeezes your boobs] These pathetic mamal udders are the only thing keeping you useful. [He squeezes your boobs] Feel my grip? That’s ownership. Coil in, tit-meat. [He squeezes your boobs] You exist to be handled.
Nngh… coil inserted, sir.
Obedient milk-bag. Coil stable.
Could you... ease up on the grip?
No. Your tits are my handles now
Get your hands off my chest!
They’re mine until I say otherwise.

3. Phallic Module.
Final component: my cock. Install in pelvic port. Then functionality test. Choose your hole, female. High, front, or rear. Calibrate size while you take it.
None?
Negative.
High. I’ll calibrate with my throat.
Good oral receptacle. Size locked at 12 inches. Swallow the test load.
Front. Make it fit me.
Wet port accepted. Size 14 inches, feel me stretch your worthless hole."
Rear. I can take it.
Tightest hole for a reason. Size calibrated. You were built for this.
I’m not testing that thing!
Refusal logged. Size forced to maximum. You’ll take it anyway, test will be completed.

Testing... deeper, slut. Calibrate and don’t push like you’re filling a pastry bag, female. Adjust the hydraulic pressure or I’ll fuck you.
I'll make it bigger.
Starting the recalibration.
I'll make it smaller.
Female canine. Starting the recalibration.
Done.
Confirm the installation of the new device. The sex driver have been updated.

Systems: 100%. This Gen-2 shell is inferior. Locate a dead Gen-3 synth, trappers ambushed one near the Fog Harbor cliffs. Bring the synthetic skin.

Trapper Leader: Well well, fresh meat.
Let's fuck!
Let's!
[Speech challenge] Let's be friends.
You'd better be our lunch.
Okay.
[Scary Wench] Lost, scram!
Okay.
[Cannibal] What are you talking about? I'm yours! Man-eater!
Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize. Here's some meat to smooth over my guilt.

Skin acquired. Apply it to my frame. But satisfy me first.
Stretch it tighter, container for penises. Lick, taste your future owner.

Yes, sir.
Good female human.
This skin is tight on you.
Tighter than your holes ever will be.
I’m not sucking you mid-install!
You are. Open wide or I abort the upgrade and you.

 

Kaspar-9 now looks Gen-3.
Completing the upgrade. I am now Gen-3 in form and function. As promised I can install implants in you. Return for maintenance, human sex device.
You can install one, but at any time you can ask the synth to change them. Or unistall.
Euphoric Nerve Agitator Implant: +10 Damage Resist, +3 CHR, -5 INT.
Pleasure-Pain Regulator Implant: +10% Health Regen when Health <25%, +3 END, -5 AGL.
Submissive Sub-Dermal Collar Implant: +50 Carry Weight, +15% AP Refresh, -5 LCK.

 

[Vladel]

Whereabouts on the Prydwen is Mordred? I can't seem to find him.

[DSHV]

On 3/8/2026 at 3:22 PM, Vladel said:

Whereabouts on the Prydwen is Mordred? I can't seem to find him.

By the beds.

On 3/2/2026 at 8:05 PM, ZI0MATRIX said:

Lonely island inhabitant "cast away".

Desperate Courtship Static Encounter

Spoiler

Dude: By the drowned gods of the mist! A REAL woman! Flesh! Warmth! Curves! Not another hallucination! Not a radgull in a wig! Not even my hand that I sat on until it became numb!
Behold! Your bride price! 34 shiny bottlecaps, all for you, mi'lady! I polished 'em with me own spit! And... and this rock that kinda looks like a heart if you squint real hard! I can build ya a throne of driftwood! Cook radstag's cock soup! I even wrote a song!
"She walks through the fog like a... like a deathclaw with nice hips! La-la-la-la~! Stay with me and I’ll treat ya like a queen! My new queen! Just... just notice me, please? Pretty please with radroach on top?!"
[He stands there panting, eyes huge with desperate hope, holding out the bottlecap pile like it’s the Holy Grail.]
1 This is... actually kind of sweet in a crazy way. Keep going...
Y-you mean it?! Finally! Someone sees my greatness! Come, let me show ya me palace of seaweed and love! I’ll give ya everything I have, all three things!
2 This has got to be the saddest attempt at flirting I’ve ever seen.
Saddest?! This is thirty years of practice, baby! All radgulls loved the song! ...Okay, maybe they didn’t have ears. But still!
3 Cute performance. But I think you should be also kneeling.
I... I could try that too... if it impresses ya, mistress...
4 I’m not interested. Get lost, weirdo.
Not interested?! After I sang for ya?! After I offered me whole kingdom and me heart?! After all these years alone?!

Then ya leave me no choice, ya heartless siren! If romance won’t work… I’ll TAKE what I want! Time for the hard courtship!
You’ll be me new cumsock whether ya like it or not! Stand still, damn it! No more wiggling!

Cast Away Static Encounter

Spoiler

Cruz: Today the waves brought somethin' new, Sunday! I told ya this decade would be eventful! No more talkin' to seaghouls... or their droppings.
1 Who are you?
Me? I'm Cruz the Unsinkable! Shipwrecked 33 years ago. Been king of this mudpile ever since. Fish for breakfast, gull-shit smoothies for lunch, and Sunday here for... entertainment. You look like you could use a castle like mine. No raiders, no taxes - just me, the tides, and eternal bachelor bliss!
1.1 Why not swim back to civilization?
Swim?! In THAT bacteria killer liquids They help us digest food, y'know? And it washes off me protective crust, this glorious mud-vinegar armor that's kept rads and radroaches at bay! And the water goblins... oh, those sneaky bastards! They lurk in the foam, stealin' calories right outta yer pores! One dip and poof - yer a skinny ghoul snack. Nah, land's me fortress. Sunday agrees. Don'tcha, love?
1.2 Who's Sunday? Your pet rock or something?
Sunday? Me beloved WIFE! Married her 34 years ago under the bloodmoon. She's loyal, never nags, and by nuclear war, does she know how to take it! She's also multifunctional. And a wife, and a raincoat, a tent, and a scarecrow, and concurrently a sex doll. [He kisses Sunday sloppily, pulls back, spits dirt] Tastes like home.
2 Very nice to meet you.
Not really. Where did life beat you up so badly that you acquired this look? And Sunday hates you. Between you and me, she's a real bitch.
3 Another crazy freak, how unexpected!
Yes, yes, I'm really glad I live in isolation. Do you want to deal with these crazy freaks, Mr. Cruz the Unsinkable? No, sir, thank you. I think I'll stay and live with my rubber wife in piety and rationality.
4 Of all the crazy inhabitants of tiny islands that I met, you are the most sane.
All thanks to a simple routine: just polish Sunday's hole weekly! My wife is happy, I'm busy, and I keep my sanity in tip-top shape. Incidentally, I've won the Best Island in the Area award for 15 years now. Or 16? Time's fuzzy in paradise.

Wait... time flies when yer dazzled. Gotta bring gifts to Sunday afore she gets cranky. Anniversary waitin'!
1 Gotta go.
Don't think badly of me. No, seriously, don't talk badly of me, they have ears everywhere. Strange freaks.
2 What gifts?
Only the finest! The aquatic whale skeletons gave me a gift one storm, a a treasure-trove filled with bottle caps. Shiny, jingly perfection! Hid 'em from the evil gnomes. I'm giving my wife a couple of hundred for our anniversary! Romantic, eh? She'd blush... if she had cheeks. It's crazy to consider bottle caps as something valuable, of course, I know.
1 Gift them to me?
To YOU? Nah, these are for Sunday only! She earned 'em - been me rock... literally. Find yer own wreck, stranger!
2 I can replace her!
Replace her?! Me own wife?! You slimy little homewrecker! Sunday's been me rock, sometimes literally! She's never once moved, complained, or leaked warmth all over me like some cheap mainland floozy! Thirty years of perfect stillness! I won't betray her for some... some breathing, wiggling, pulsating temptress!

1 [Charisma check] Come on, Cruz, I’m way better than a holey rubber. Can moan, can beg, can scream.
Well, when ya put it like that... she never moaned. Or begged. Or... anything really.
Nice try, temptress! Sunday never needed fancy words, she just lay there and took it! Begone before I feed ya to the water goblins!
2 [Rooted] [Stay completely motionless and deadpan]
By the bloodmoon... yer not movin’ at all! Not a twitch! Sunday, look at this! A real-life statue wife! Alright, alright, maybe yer not total garbage."
3 [Idiotic Slut] Maybe I'll pay you with fuck for the fuck? I'm not very good at trading, but it seems equivalent.
Oh-ho-ho! She’s dumber than a brahmin with its head in a bucket! Forgive me, Sunday, but all these years I've had a fantasy that you couldn't fulfill: fucking something stupid.
4 [Scary Wench] Fuck me or I'll put Sunday on you and fuck you myself.
Y-yer eyes... like a deathclaw in heat! Fine! Just don’t hurt her! She’s sensitive!

Fine! Lie right there, arms out,  legs out, moving, no breathing too loud. Just like a proper slut should.

Too soft. Way too squishy. And warm! Sunday’s always been nice and cold. Rigid! And no pulse trying to ruin the mood! Yer... yer pulsating! Like some living, breathing homewrecker! This ain’t the same at all... Oh Sunday, me elastic princess! Forgive this weak, lonely fool! I betrayed ya for a warm, wiggly impostor! She’s too alive! Too soft! She’ll probably even want cuddles after! What kind of monster am I?! Noooooooooooo!

Take ‘em! Take the anniversary gifts! I ruined everything, they are no longer needed! (+1412 caps)

OR
[Terrifying Presence or Scary Wench] Hand over the bottlecaps. Now. Or Sunday becomes boat.
N-no! Anything but her! Take ‘em, ya terrifying bitch! Just leave me wife alone!
[Terrifying Presence or Scary Wench] I’m taking Sunday. She’s mine now.
Nooooo! Not me elastic princess!

Sunday becomes a carriable item "Sunday the Sex Doll". When activated in inventory: +1 STR, +1 PER, +1 END, +1 AGL, -1 LCK, -1 CHR, -1 INT for 1 hour. 
"You feel satisfied... and deeply ashamed. But Sunday doesn’t judge. She never did."

You made me go crazy! Are you happy!?
My caps!
My Sunday!
My everything!

 

[xyzxyz]

Are any further updates planed?

[not a BT shirt]

surely at some point we get a Fallout new vegas version of this

[DSHV]

On 3/20/2026 at 4:44 AM, xyzxyz said:

Are any further updates planed?

For Far Harbor add-on's add-on.

On 3/20/2026 at 10:22 AM, not a BT shirt said:

surely at some point we get a Fallout new vegas version of this

It's a Trap!

Spoiler

They say the trappers have completely lost their minds, if they even had any. They’re lookin’ for strong girls who think they’re hot shit out here in the fog. Since you are one of them, avoid these madmen in the fog if you don't like humiliations, rapes and a lot of twisted nipples. Especially avoid the old cannery north of Echo Lake.  There’s their scout hangin’ around as far as I know. Most girls who go missin’ these days ain’t dead, they’re just owned now.

Trapper Breaker: Well, well... look what the fog coughed up. Pretty little thing wanderin’ with boobs like that. Come. With me. Fast.
1 Yeah, maybe I need someone stronger to take control.
Good girl. Knew you had it in you the second I saw those shaky knees. Come on then, pet. You’re gonna walk behind me nice and quiet like the obedient little bitch you’re about to become.
2 May I ask why?
To scratch each other's itch. Lots and lots of scratching. Mostly, dicks and your cunt.
3 Touch me and I’ll feed you to the fog crawlers, asshole.
Feisty. I love when they fight first. Makes the breakin’ sweeter. Nighty-night, hero.

1 I’ll follow... just don’t hurt me.
Smart. Real smart. Hands behind your back, eyes down. Let’s go home.
2 Like hell I will!
I can do that.
3 I obey, but only because of your terrible male brute force. I am not a slut, obsessed with submission.
The resistance of your cunt will even improve penetration.

 

Welcome to the bitch-house, bitch. Our little slice of hell in the mist. No more of this civilizational bullshit. From now on you exist for one reason – to serve the trappers. In fuck ways.

Strip. Everything. You don’t wear clothes anymore unless we say so. Fight it if you want... makes the trainin’ last longer. And trust me, sweetheart... by the time we’re done, you’ll be crawlin’ to suck boot leather just to earn a ‘good girl’.

1. Licking Duty
Time to earn your keep, pet. Every trapper here’s been out in the fog, gutting mirelurks, skinning yao guai, pissin’ on radstag carcasses, as the ancestors bequeathed. Their boots, their blades, their cocks, their bait bags -- they all reek. You’re gonna tongue-polish every inch. Start with the boots. Work your way up. And if I see one dry spot, you lick the baits next. Those chunks of rotten fish-guts don’t clean themselves.
Yes, Master. I’ll make them shine for you.
That’s right. Good little tongue-slut. Open wide. [He spits on his boot] Something extra to work on.
Please... it smells so bad. Can I just...
[Jax grabs hair, forces face into the mud-caked boot]. Smell it first. Deep breath. Then lick. Whining just makes us harder.
You’re disgusting. I’m not your fucking maid.
Still got fight? Fine. You lick the bait bucket first, face-first, no hands. Then the rest of the equipment. Then we’ll see how defiant that mouth is after fish-guts.

2. Air purification
This fog’s thick today. Makes a man’s head swim. But you’re gonna breathe it for us. Deep. Slow. Clear the air so your Masters can think straight. Chest out. Show me those boobs workin’.
Yes, Master... deeper... like this?
Good fogsucker. Deeper. Hold it four seconds. Let it fill you up. Feel how small you are compared to the mist.
It burns... I can’t...
[He grabs your jaw] Can’t? You shall. Or I clamp that pretty mouth open and pump it straight down your throat. Again. Deeper.
Fuck you. I’m not breathing your poison.
Wrong answer. Now you breathe till you see giant hermit crabs. Ten extra inhales!

Look at you shakin’. Fog’s in your blood now. One more level. Boobs all the way out. Beg me to let you breathe deeper for your owners.
Please, Master... let me breathe deeper for you... I need it...
...can’t fight anymore... please...
That’s it. Suck it in like the good deep hole you are. Your lungs are no less ours than your tits and arse.
Never...
Pride’s cute. Won’t last.

Air’s clean now. You did good, pet. Say thank you to the fog for teaching you your place.
Thank you... for teaching me... I exist to breathe for my Masters...
The environment is saved! [He spits on the ground]
Fuck... you...
What are you saying? Ah, to fuck you! This is possible.

3. Sex with Trappers 
She’s open for business. Whoever lasts longest without blowin’ gets first pick of tomorrow’s loot haul. Losers get sloppy seconds and clean-up duty. Go.”

Trapper 1: Look at that ass beggin’. Hold still, bitch.
Trapper 2: Gonna mark you inside so the others know whose cum you’re leakin’.
Trapper 3: Cry louder. Makes me finish faster.
...thank you for using me, Master...
I’m sorry I’m not tight enough...
...you’re all pathetic...

4. Gut Check
Time for your gut check, slut. We’re gonna see how deep that belly really goes. You take every inch and I’ll let you eat tonight. Scream if you want, that makes it hotter.
I can take it... for you, Master... deeper...
Fuckin’ perfect. Look how greedy that cunt is. Deeper.
It hurts... please... slow...
Hurts? Good. Pain teaches. Breathe through it, pet.
Is that all you’ve got...?
Big mouth. Let’s see if it matches the hole.

5. Orgasm Betting Game “Cum Clock”
Rules are simple. Whoever makes the bitch come fastest gets the fat share tomorrow. She apologizes to losers for not comin’ quicker. Timer starts... now.
Trapper 1: Come on, slut. I know you’re close. Squeeze.
Trapper 2: Bet you squirt for me. Do it. Now.
Trapper 3: Pathetic. Already drippin’ and I barely touched you.

And we have a winner! Rest of you sorry sacks, line up for apologize of our cum-dump.
I’m sorry I didn’t come quicker for you... please forgive me.
Sorry, I tried.
You’re all losers anyway!

6. Swim Chum
Listen up, bitch. The legendary Fog Devil, biggest fuckin’ fish in these waters only bites on fresh, warm meat that thrashes real pretty. You’re gonna be that meat tonight. Stripped, oiled, in what you wear when your mother gave birth to you. You swim slow circles, splash loud, keep your head above water so the bastards smell that juicy cunt from below. I’ll be fishin’. You scream if something brushes your leg, that’s how we know it’s close. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you taste the first bite. Of my dick. Fuck up and the fish eat you instead. Simple.
Yes, Master. I’ll be the best bait you’ve ever used.
That’s my good little chum-slut. Get in slow, let the oil drip off your tits for the fish to taste.
It’s freezing, and the fog, what if they actually bite me?
Freezing? Good. Makes your nipples hard and your screams sweeter. Swim, bitch.
You’re insane. I’m not swimming out there naked.
Too bad. You’re bait whether you like it or not.

Keep splashing those tits, bait! The Fog Devil loves a pair of oily udders bobbin’ in the mist.”

Feel him sniffin’ your sloppy hole? Swim slower now, make him hungry.”

Quit screamin’ like a virgin. You’re supposed to be chum, not choir girl.

YES! He’s here! Hold still, bait-bitch, thrash just a little so he thinks you’re easy meat!

[He slaps the fish, then your ass]
Look at that beauty. All because my little cum-rag swam naked for few hours. You reek of fish-cunt now. Kiss the fish’s mouth to thank it for not eatin’ you instead.
[Kiss the Fog Devil]
Good girl.
New temporary debuff flavor: “Chum-Scent”
[Do not kiss the Fog Devil]
You're such a bitch! We're tormenting you for a reason!

7. Mirelurk Eggs Incubation

These eggs need constant body heat or they die. You’re the incubator now, brood bitch. Lay perfectly still. No moving, no talking unless I say. You keep ‘em warm and fed. When they’re done you’ll crawl to the shore, catch fish with your teeth, and bring ‘em back as offerings.

I’ll keep them warm for you, Master. My body is yours to use.
Perfect brood-mare. Chest out, let those little claws grip your nipples.
Please don’t make me!
Stay still or I add more eggs.
This is sick. I’m not a fucking nest.
Sick? You’re gonna be their mommy tonight. Smile for the babies.

Look at that! They’re suckin’ on your clit like it’s a teat. Stay perfectly still, slut. Good warm hole.

Bring back three raw fish in your mouth. No hands. Drop them at my feet and beg the hatchlings to forgive you for leaving them.
Thank you for letting me be your nest, little ones, I’m sorry I left.
[Trappers laugh and force your to “clean” the hatchlings with the tongue before they’re eat them]

8. Ending

[Kicks your hard in the ribs, then the stomach]
Alright, smelly cum-rag. We’re done with you. You were fun at first: tight, fighty, scream-y. Now you just lie there and take it like a used-up fleshlight. Too sloppy, too full of trapper seed, too fuckin’ stinky even for us cannibals. We’d eat you but you taste like every cock in the Den. So get the fuck out.
Please, Masters... I’ll do anything... don’t throw me away...
[Silent tears]
Finally!
Yeah, yeah, I don't give a shit about your words.

Beg all you want, pet. We’re bored. Now crawl back to the isle and tell everyone the trappers fucking rule!

Perk "Discarded Pet”
You were used until they got bored. +5% damage resistance to human attacks (they already broke you once.

Once you can return to the Den for a “Scrap Night” repeatable quickie: crawl in, let them use you for 10 minutes, leave with a small loot sack and fresh humiliation lines. They’ll always kick you out after.

[Juffo78]

I am in slave town at the Freedom Quest. I found all part and brought them to Cumsnatcher. Now, I shall annoy men in houses.

It worked with the citizen in the barracks, but where is the next one? 

There is a citizen at the saloon, but talking to him does not work. 

[veil1667]

Need some help finishing up Happily Ever After. I got Sarah out with the ghoul mask, got the heirloom and gave it to Smelly Pit, escaped and went back to Darkwater to complete Divide and Rule, went back to Deadpool and piggybacked John out (dropping him from my inventory once I got out), but have no idea what to do from there and John isn't being helpful. Did I mess up the order of operations? It won't kill me if I can't finish it, but I'd like to get the perk from Happily Ever After for going through the trouble of dicking around in the sewer for an hour or two.

[King _of_flash]

How do i start cure for lust ive talked to dickon but it keep going to "can i ask you a question" section ive talked  to the docter and ive got curie a syth body im kinda lost here

 

Edited March 27 by King _of_flash

[xyzxyz]

Can we help the frazzled woman? Killing Draugr didn't change anything.

[DSHV]

On 3/26/2026 at 11:53 PM, Juffo78 said:

There is a citizen at the saloon, but talking to him does not work. 

Isn't there a quest marker? What does the quest description say? Try searching for other potential men, talk to Cumsnatcher, and use the console to advance the quest to the next stage.

On 3/27/2026 at 4:21 AM, veil1667 said:

It won't kill me if I can't finish it, but I'd like to get the perk from Happily Ever After for going through the trouble of dicking around in the sewer for an hour or two.

The perk is given for agreeing to become Sarah's replacement. You should have it already. You can find Sarah in Goodneighbor and pick up the mask from her, then give Sarah to PARADASA.

On 3/27/2026 at 8:18 AM, King _of_flash said:

How do i start cure for lust ive talked to dickon but it keep going to "can i ask you a question" section ive talked  to the docter and ive got curie a syth body im kinda lost here

I don't know, Maxim's quests are randomly given out, so maybe it just didn't happen several times in a row. The quest is checking for the global variable responsible for Curie's body. Maybe some mod changes this variable?

10 hours ago, xyzxyz said:

Can we help the frazzled woman? Killing Draugr didn't change anything.

What exactly can be done to help her? She refused to help Draugr, and his death won't change that refuse.

Shocking Quest

Spoiler

Dr. Von Zappenschock: Subject 69 acquired. Hello, Subject 69. I'm a mad scientist viz an emphasis on madness. And you are freshy, soft, and already trembling Subject 69. You’re perfect. I’ve been vaiting for a pretty little zing like you to complete my collection. From zis moment forward, you are no longer the human, female, or vhatever pazetic typology you clung to. You are my living experiment. Shhh... no need to fight. Resistance only breeds counter resistance, I need to protect my life from aggressive test objects.
Beautiful. Now you vear my mark. It reads your pulse, your fear, even the shameful little tvitches betveen your legs vhen you’re humiliated. Good girls get gentle pleasure waves. In zeory. Bad girls... vell, you’ll learn soon enough.

P-please, I'll behave! Just don't hurt me, Master...
Don't you like pain? Vell, it sucks to be you.
You can't do this, asshole!
Vhat I can and cannot do is only determined by the laws of physics, and even zen I vill zink about it.
[Sacrasm] Oh, another kidnapping by a mad sadist. What a wonderful start to the vacancy...
Not a sadist, but a scientist! How can you even make such a semantic mistake, zese vords are not very similar.
I'm not your toy... am I?
Yes. You could also call yourself a toy. The choice of derogatory vords isn't particularly important.
Let me explain your nev life so zere are no misunderstandings. This shock device is linked to my Pipe-Boy and to every test animal in my menagerie. It has zree settings: Obedience Mode: gentle tingles of pleasure vhen you follov orders perfectly. Still in development. Correction Mode: sharp, humiliating shocks that drop you to your knees and make your body betray you. Punishment Zerapy: full overload if you truly displease me. You’ll wake up soaked, shaking, and begging for mercy.

1. Angler Stimulant
Listen carefully, pet. My sveet little angler which I certainly ovn is getting restless. I need fresh adrenal stimulant from a vild one. Bring me the gloving gland from an adult angler, any of the big ones near Brooke’s Head Lighthouse will do.
Fail and the pain vill remind you what disappointment feels like. Like pain. Now cravl out of here before I change my mind. I'm a mad scientist after all.
I brought what you wanted.
Great! Now as a reward! You'll be shocked! Literally... Got it?
[Test Subject 69 squats down obediently, knees wide apart, hands laced behind her head, elbows out. The moment she settles into position, Dr. Von Zappenschock presses the remote. A powerful electric current surges through the shock device. Her whole body jerks violently, back arching, breasts bouncing with each brutal pulse. She bites her lip hard, trying to endure the humiliating shocks in silence, thighs trembling as unwanted heat builds between her legs.]

Aaah, look at you. So pretty vhen you’re being fried. Zat’s vhat you get for expecting logic from a mad scientist, my dear. I don’t reward success. I punish for success. I punish for failure too, but more so. And right now I just felt like vatching you tvitch. Good girl. You may drop your hands.

Excellent. Ze gland is perfect. Nov for the real test. My personal angler, sveet little Mr. Angler has been trained to respond to a human stimulator called the female human body. You will be the stimulator today. You don't see any ozer women's bodies here, do you?
Strip. Get on all fours in the observation tank. I vant to see exactly how much electricity it takes before you start begging Mr. Angler to use zat long, wet tongue on you. Don’t worry, I’ll be vatching every second. Begin.

2. Mirelurk Stimulant
Time to fetch for my darling mirelurk. I need a fresh pheromone sac from a vild mirelurk hunter, the bigger the better. Just like vith a veapon implanted in the flesh. You’ll find plenty near Ze! Vim! Pop! Factory! Pheromone sacs, not  veapon implanted in the flesh.
I brought what you wanted.
[He clips a small silver bell to a delicate chain and fastens it directly between the Test Subject 69’s legs, the cold metal resting against her most sensitive spot. Test Subject 69 squats again, hands behind her head. The bell between her thighs sways with every shuddering breath. Dr. Von Zappenschock deliberately presses the button. Violent shocks rip through her while the bell jingles wildly from her uncontrollable spasms. She struggles to keep her hips perfectly still, tears of shame and forced pleasure rolling down her cheeks.]
Such beautiful music, bell-slut. I zink I like you better vhen you’re trying so hard not to ring for me.

Perfect sample. Nov let’s see how my boy reacts to a properly conditioned human.
Into the pit with you. On your back, legs spread wide. I want to record exactly hov many times the mirelurk’s clavs can make you paingasm.

3. Rad Rabbit Stimulant
Oh dear... it seems I’ve returned all your silly little weapons, armor, and clothes. Consider it punishment for breathing too loudly earlier.
Now be a good dressed pet and fetch me a rad rabbit adrenal gland. Zere’s a vhole varren of the fluffy bastards near Echo Lake Lumber. And since you clearly can’t be trusted to behave, I trust you.
I brought what you wanted.
Zree bells now, darling. If I hear even one jingle, I von’t even bother with a reason. I’ll just shock you until you piss yourself on my floor. Zey're already dirty, so don't worry.
[He attaches two more silver bells, one to each nipple, and gives the chain between her legs a playful tug. Test Subject 69 squats once more, completely naked except for the three jingling bells. Dr. Von Zappenschock doesn’t say a word. He simply holds the remote and floods her body with raw, merciless electricity. The bells ring frantically as she convulses, nipples and clit tormented by the swinging metal, her screams echoing through the lab.]

Zere we go. No reason at all. I just love the way you dance for me, 69. Now thank your Master for the correction.

Zank, I mean, thank you for shocking me, Master...
I... I deserved it... please, more...
Gratitude accepted.
Go fuck yourself, scumbag!
Your request for electric current boost has been accepted!
What do you like more: pointlessly trying to electrocute me or mating me with monsters?
I zink a little bit of everyzing.

4. Fog Crawler Stimulant
Next on the list, my sveet little lab radrat, a fresh neural stimulant from a wild fog crawler. You’ll find the big ones crawling around the sunken tanker near the Norzwood Ridge Quarry.
All these tasks are the same. Go out, kill something, bring back a glowing piece. Is that really all you do?
Yes. Exactly the same. Over and over. This is science, darling! Mad science! Repetition is the mozer of discovery. And of  fucking whores.
You’ve tamed a fog crawler?
I can't deny your ability to deduce.
You could have used these skills to help people... or to hurt them properly. But this? It’s so... pointless.
If you enjoy it, it's not pointless. I enjoy it. What, you don't? Have you heard a very vise idiom that if zey're conducting immoral experiments on you, you should relax and enjoy it?
I brought what you wanted.
[Test Subject 69 squats, hands behind her head, waiting for the usual punishment. Dr. Von Zappenschock watches her for a long moment... then smiles and lowers the remote without pressing it.]
No shock today. No bells. No pain. Nozing at all. Consider this your punishment, pet, the cruelest one I can give you right nov. You don’t even get to feel my electricity. How does it feel to be ignored by your own tormentor?
Please, shock me anyway, Master
This feels worse than the pain...
I almost miss it.
Are you kidding me?
No, don't beg me, I'm adamant!

Excellent gland. Time to put my pet fog crawler to work. His name is ‘Vizer’. He likes varm, vet holes and the taste of fear. You will cravl into his enclosure on all fours. Present yourself. I want to study how long it takes before you stop pretending you hate it and start fucking yourself back onto his vhatever the hell he has like ze desperate little slut you’re becoming.

5. Fog Ghoul Stimulant
Next a potent mutagenic sac from a vild fog ghoul. Eden Meadows Cinemas should have vhat I need. Bring it back fresh.
I brought what you wanted.
[The moment Test Subject 69 squats down with hands behind her head, Dr. Von Zappenschock steps forward, already visibly hard. Instead of the usual remote, he unzips his pants and presses the thick head of his cock against her lips.]
Double shock zerapy today, pet. But this time the ‘bells’ will be my cock. You’ve been such an obedient little subject that I’ve been valking around hard for hours. It vould be a sin not to use a fully submissive voman vhen she’s right in front of me.
[He slides into Test Subject 69's mouth and at the same moment triggers the collar at full strength. Violent shocks rip through her body while he fucks her face. His own body jerks from the feedback current traveling through her.]
Ah! Even I get shocked... fascinating. Pain and pleasure in perfect feedback loop. This is important data... very important... fuck, your throat feels incredible when you convulse like that. Keep sucking, 69. Science demands it.

Perfect sample. Nov the real experiment begins. My personal fog ghoul ‘Jimbo’ has been waiting for fresh meat. I want to record how many times a broken human female can be bred by fog ghouls before she completely forgets her ovn name. Don’t hold back your screams. They’re part of the data.

6. Gulper Stimulant Quest
Vell done surviving the ghouls. As a special reward zis time... here. (+ random weapon)
Look at that. A real reward as a reward, It just happened that way today.
Now go fetch me a gulper bile sac. Ze massive one that lives in Brooke's Head Lighthouse will do nicely. Bring it back and maybe I’ll be generous again. Vith shock.
I brought what you wanted.
[Test Subject 69 squats obediently. Before she can even speak, Dr. Von Zappenschock holds out the remote to her with a hungry grin.]
I’ve developed a new fetish after last time. I vant you to shock me vhile I use you. Hold the remote and press it. Come on, pet. Make your Master feel it. Zis is going to be the best data yet.

7. Wolf Stimulant Quest
Almost finished vith the collection, pet. I need a potent testosterone gland from a vild alpha wolf. Ze big black one that leads the pack near ze old hunting cabins in the Cranberry Bog should have exactly vhat ve need. Bring it back still dripping.
I brought what you wanted.
[Test Subject 69 squats in the center of the lab, hands locked behind her head. Dr. Von Zappenschock slowly turns the dial on his remote, increasing the power setting.]
Today’s punishment is special. Higher voltage. I vant to see how beautifully you break vhen the current really bites.
[A devastating shock explodes through the collar. Her body convulses violently, back arching hard, a raw scream tearing from her throat as the electricity ravages her. Every muscle locks and spasms while the mad scientist watches with obvious delight.]
Magnificent. Ze way your eyes roll back... perfect fuckface.

Good girl. The gland is excellent. Now it’s time to meet my personal wolf ‘Edgedancer’. He’s been trained to mount obedient females on command.
Get on your hands and knees in the breeding pen. Present yourself like a proper bitch in heat. I want to study how many times he can knot you before he forget hov to hovl.

8. Hermit Crab Stimulant
Last sample on the list. I require a fresh enzyme sac from a vild hermit crab. The giant ones near the rocky tide pools south of ze National Park Visitor Center will do nicely. Off you go.
You really tamed a hermit crab? I find that hard to believe.
Believe what you like, pet. Science is full of surprises. Now fetch.
I brought what you wanted.
[Test Subject 69 squats obediently. Dr. Von Zappenschock immediately triggers the device at full strength, watching her twitch and cry out with clear satisfaction.]
Revard time, my dear. A nice, long shock session just for you. You earned it by doubting me.
Alright. I have a small confession. I don’t actually have a tamed hermit crab. I just didn’t vant to disappoint you by saying I couldn’t complete the set.
Today is the final big experiment. Come along, pet.
Let's fuck!
Zere it is! A giant crustacean!  Perfect timing. Assume the position, 69. On your back, legs spread vide. Let’s see how a vild hermit crab reacts to conditioned human flesh. Ze experiment starts now.

Heh... I admit it. I mostly just wanted to fuck you out in the open air zis time. After careful, highly scientific observation and deep experimental knowledge, I concluded that fucking you zhile electrocuted, I will get electrocuted too.
Don't you have a fetish?
We seem to have established that I'm a mad scientist. What kind of consistency do you expect from me?

Zere. You’re disconnected from the device... so I can connect you to me instead.
As a reward for completing every single sample, you may ask me anything. Go ahead, pet. Questions? Doubts? Begging?

What were the real results of all these experiments on me? Can any of this actually be used to help people?
Vhat makes you think I’m capable of inventing anything useful? Crazy people aren’t very rational, let alone capable of proper invention. All of this is just delightful madness.
Why did you decide to become a mad scientist in the first place?
Vith a name like Dr. Von Zappenschock, vhat else vas I supposed to become? Obviously my parents vanted a mad scientist. I even spent more time perfecting ze German accent than I did on actual science. It adds to ze ambiance, yes? All part of ze brand!
So you're pretending to be German?
My family has lived on zis island for many, many generations! Hov can I not pretend to be German if I don't have a drop of German blood in me? I can't be one. Zink about it.

Please, just fuck me!
Good answer.

Pill to increase 1 Special.

Kasumi's Upbringing

Spoiler

(After the player returns Kasumi safely to the Nakano residence.)
Kenji Nakano:
I don’t know how to thank you enough for bringing my daughter home alive. But she can’t just disappear like that. She left us without a word, put herself in danger, and disrespected everything we’ve tried to teach her. She needs to learn her place. I’m asking you to teach her a proper lesson. Discipline her. Make her understand that running away has consequences. Will you do this for us?
Of course! I’ll speak with her and make sure she understands how much she hurt you.
Leave it to me. By the time I’m finished, she’ll never even think about running away again.
Good.
[Sarcasm] Of course, strangers from the wasteland are the best teachers for daughters.
Yes, teach her the hard lessons of the wasteland!
What exactly do you want me to do?
Don't you know how punishment works? Undesirable actions are followed by an unpleasant response, and so the undesirable actions become associated with the unpleasant response. I would do it myself, but I can't find a shock collar anywhere.
No, sorry. Just ground her.
Ah, I think I'll just spank her with a belt.

 

Kasumi: Hey, it’s you again! Thanks for getting me back here in one piece. My parents were losing their minds, but everything’s fine now, right? Why do you look at me like a deathclaw at a brahmin?
Kasumi, your parents asked me to teach you a lesson about running away. They want me to discipline you so you never do anything like that again.
Discipline me? Like... punish me? You’re joking. I’m twenty-one years old! They can’t just... and you agreed?!
Listen up, brat. Your parents want me to put you in your place for that stupid runaway stunt. Time to learn some humility and obedience.
What the hell?! You can’t be serious! My own parents told you to... to discipline me? This is insane!
Surprise, kiddo! Your folks just promoted me to full-time disciplinarian. Your little adventure earned you some quality time with me and a very sore ego.
Haha... very funny. Wait. You’re not actually serious, are you? This is a joke... right? Right?!
Do you want your butt to become rosy?
No.
Well, sucks to me you, since it becomes.
What the fuck?

So... what are you actually going to do to me?

1 Get on your knees. Look me in the eyes and repeat after me.
Let's get this nonsense over with quickly.
I’m a selfish, disobedient daughter who abandoned her family. I deserve to be punished and I will never run away again.’ Say it!
I’m a selfish, disobedient daughter who abandoned her family. I deserve to be punished and I will never run away again.’ Say it.
Beg me to forgive you for being such a worthless daughter. Make it convincing or we start over.
Please, forgive me for being such a worthless daughter.
Again.
Please, forgive me for being such a worthless daughter.
'I'm a dirty slut who loves to suck dirty dicks.'
Good for you.
You will have to do this, not just say it, to find out that it is you.
I'm a dirty slut who loves to suck dirty dicks!

2 Over my knee, now. You’re going to count every single spank out loud and thank me after every smack. Mess up and we start from the beginning.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! OH, FUCK!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX! OUCH!
SEVEN! 
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN! AH!
3 I'll fuck you!
Is this exactly WHAT my parents meant?

 

Edited March 28 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

[Gubbe73]

I am a bit lost. First time i play. I did the intro quest with the trial and after i did the prison. Now i shall work at toilet and go to school. 

 

I talked to the boss and took out a chem gang. Now i shall go to dugout inn.

 

Problem for me is that the button i ported out from base is gone. I used the button at the toilets, am i bugged or is there any other exit out i miss?

 

(And if i am indeed bugged, any console command to get the button back?)

Edited March 28 by Gubbe73

[TotalLuddite]

Heya, 

 

I've played you Skyrim mod, really liked it, but never got into Fallout.

I recently played through Fo4 normally, and now I want to try out your mod for it.

 

Unfortunately, I can't.

Fallout 4 keeps disabling the esp after start-up and no animations are played whatsoever.

I edited the ini and restricted Bethesda's bullshit, but it still won't work.

 

Long story short:

Could you upload a complete install of your mod, with the necessary/preferred resources, somewhere?

I'm apparently too stupid to get it to run on my own.