Limestone-Pie

Granted - you can multitask, but you can only do so with your feet while listening to a Kids Bop album that is constantly stuck on loop. I wish for Limestone to be my roommate, so we could complain about things together and eat cheap microwave meals.

I used to live on a one acre plot of land for about four years where we had horses, chickens, the whole nine yards. One acre doesn't sound like a lot in hindsight but for someone who's moved around constantly it was way bigger than anything we had before. I kinda miss it because of how quiet it was, but I don't miss the work. Horses are not the kinds of animals you pick up just because they're cool! But I was able to name a bright orange chicken I had Scootaloo. That automatically makes everything worth it.

Hey guys, Limestone here! I made a reintroduction thread around these parts ages upon ages ago but I never ended up being as active as I thought, but this time I'm back with a vengeance and hope to be more active this time. Anyhow, I hope to meet some nice folks who are still kicking with these plucky little ponies even with season nine about to end! I suppose if you want a few more tidbits about myself you can just ask me, hope to see everyponyone around!

'Kay? Kay.

Banned for not respecting Holder's Boulder!

Over the din within the lodging house, a sharp bell clanged in the distance. It was a harsh sound, radiating from the Pie Homestead itself, almost has the herald of their overseer's arrival for announcements before the next workday. Through the sparse windows, the gray haze of the early morning light highlighted the cascades of dust that wafted through the heavy air. Ponies of all genders and physiques began to rise from their ridged cots, stretching their fatigued sinews before dawning their drab mining uniforms. One unfortunate stallion sat huntched over a minuscule cast iron stove, trying to fry several eggs on a dented skillet. The whisps of flame seemed barely have to produce anything from the whitish gunk that lay stagnate in the pan, leaving a strange odor hanging in the air. There too was the tinge of excitement among them, despite the monotonous process. Yesterday they'd all been witness to the delivery of their new gargantuan mining rig, a leviathan of engineering touting a drill massive enough to pierce the bowels of the earth itself. Rumors circulated about who's be the ones selected to assist on the test run that day, and between the whispers and petty jabs there didn't seem to be anyone who would be conclusively chosen. Nevertheless, the opportunity to operate a machine of that size, the first of its kind, would be a feat indeed. Just as the fiddle had begun and workers began to hum familiar songs loud footsteps were heard approaching the precipice. The gait was unmistakable, Limestone Pie had arrived. Before anyone could really prepare themselves the mare swung open the door. Dressed in her typical overseer's outfit topped with flashy scarf. Her brow was furrowed, a devious grin flashing across her face as she stood in the doorframe for a mere moment. "Were behind already! Get up, slackers! Breakfast will be shortened today," she shouted, harsh voice echoing through the hall in a domineering way. Maud stood directly behind her, remaining as stoic as ever, decked in her usual frock as a clipboard was clutched in her hands. "You forgot this," the stated flatly, handing it over to her elder sister. Limestone grunted as she took it' eyes carefully scanning whatever may have been on that slip of paper. "Oh yeah. Listen up!" She called, gesturing for everyone in attendance to tune in, "Three of you will be brought on the 'Starswirl'. This is an important job, and none of you have experience with this equipment. So I picked the three who I'm sure can't even screw it up too badly. I'll call your names, I won't do so twice!" She cleared her throat, eyes flicked about to make sure she had all sets of eyes focused directly on her visage.

Banned for still not assimilating to Beatrice yet.

Banned for not choosing a superior crocodile.

Banned for not trimming your facial hair properly.

This will be ending in tears.

Scruffy.

I do really love Discovery Channel documentaries, yes. If you could go anywhere in the world for only twenty four hours, where would you go?

Innocent.

Plumes of smoke wafted over the Equestrian landscape. It was nothing of a new occurrence, for as the pollution choked away the sun all the ponies hailed it as a necessary sacrifice. Anything to fuel their industrial juggernaut, in hopes of usurping their rival nations with sheer mechanical might. Forests shrunk, wildlife were expunged, only to have vast industrial complexes erected in their stead. Each one churned out luxuries and weapons of all sorts, providing ponies of all castes a chance to work. Yet, the fuel for those blazing furnaces and gargantuan machines started to dwindle. The all-consuming industrial complex was beginning to starve itself to death. It was only in the face of this great crisis that Princess Celestia proclaimed a mild state of emergency, shifting their ministry resources into the Equestrian Mining Companies. For they, in essence, held the last hope in finding the precious coal, iron, and oil needed for their survival. It was out upon the bleak plains of the wilds of Equestria where one of these operations had been stationed. Rising out of the bleak environment was a large complex, gleaming metallic silos and a sizable processing facility. All ringed about it were massive pits in the earth, all littered with a plethora of trucks and smoking drilling cranes. All were silent now, as the break of dawn had yet to take effect. Even so, the energy in the air was palpable...at least to some. At a hunkered down cottage wedged against the complex a single light glimmered out from the loft. Sour eyes glared out at the worker's longhouse, a lengthily wooden structure on the outskirts of the property. Limestone Pie, eldest of the Pie sisters, stood half-dressed in her dusty foreman's uniform with a scowl. Her arms were crossed, gray mane concealing half of her cross face as she scowled. "I don't trust any of them to run that thing. I can do it all by myself." "No. You can't," a dry voice spoke from behind her. It was Maud, dressed in her usual frock and looking complacent as ever. She was significantly taller than Limestone, and she looked down at her with the same constant stare. "The manual states that the drill runs on a minimum efficiency with a crew of six." "You read the manual?" Limestone glanced at her, almost genuinely surprised. "Yes," she responded in her same curt tone, looking unshaken. Sighing out in exasperation, Limestone quickly begins buttoning up her vest. Wrapping a lime green scarf around her neck with an almost theatrical flourish. "Fine. Whatever. I'm going to round up the fresh meat, show them what for. Just go ring the bell," she instructed with a roll of her eyes, tugging on her belt before trudging out of the house with Maud in tow.

Very...familiar.

Naw, I've never been banned from a site before. Mostly because I'm the kind of person who takes their time to read through the terms of service. You wouldn't believe the crazy stuff they put in there.