Realistically, would (you) survive living on the rock farm?
Limestone would shatter my pelvis.
>>43519600As long as I play nice with Limestone, nothing can go wrong!
>>43519637Hi Limestone!
>>43519637Stop being a tsundere.
>>43519600Like a human as a human? Probably wouldn't be able to contribute much.Personality wise? Yes. I mean amish are good people already IRL and the Pie's are less puritan than amish/quakers anyway so it isn't even much of a comparison. Literally all you have to do is listen to what they tell you, do what you're asked, and ask if you aren't sure. I don't think Limestone would like me but she'd tolerate me and Maud/Pinkie/Marble would like me a lot.
>>43519600Well, the show tells, that even most talentless, rock bottom creature can survive and make a living by working on a rock farm, so I don't see the problem.
>>43519646Keep being a tsundere.
>>43519600yes, next question
>>43519600As long as they have some other food besides rocks, or if there's a town nearby where I can buy something else.
>>43519600I would be the best damn monkey they've ever hired.
>>43519600Well considering that I cannot eat rocks, probably about 2-3 weeks.
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>>43519600 my love for Marble, Limestone and Maud, in that order, constitutes an ever strong impetus to give my very best.
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>>43519600Yeah if I get to sleep in the middle of this
>>43519600Eeyup.
>>43520544comfy
>>43519700Well *I* would be the best *pony* they've ever hired
Nobody could. The cheeriest, happiest pony on the planet left that shithole. So did Maud and presumably the other two will assuming they arent completely broken.
>>43521326they left birmingham?
>>43520544(You) sleep on the floor,Anon.
>>43521519>The pet monkey gets to sleep on the floor>When Pinkie and Maud move out, he sneaks onto the opposite side every night>Limestone bucks him out of bed every morning
>>43520544>Have to sleep under the bed or Limestone will buck (you) out>Everypony looks at like a freak>Pinkie likes you at least>Pinkie likes a bit to much>Pinkie sleeps under the bed so you won't get cold>Pinkie keeps throwing parties for you so you feel at home>Pinkie tries to follow you everyday>Tell her no>Pinkie falls into a complete depression>You have to keep her happy or else she'll shatter like glass>(you) don't remember her being that sensitive>Pinkie randmly blurts out that she's happy for the wedding coming up>(you) ask who's getting married>"(you) and me sily!">(you) are trapped on a rock farm, and your wife is the most autistic pony in ponyvile.>Every time you try to buy a house or gain some stability pinkie blows all your money, hopes, and dreams away with constant parties.>Fucking Pinkie
>>43521547>Fucking Pinkie So there’s a happy ending, after all.
>pinkie is fiscally irresponsibleHate this memePinkie has a side business that she didn't quit her dayjob for because it's inconsistent.She gets brought on as a business consultant.She's the pony Rarity trusts the most to help with location scouting.The only way to scam Pinkie is to exploit her love for other ponies and gauge her for gifts. If you were married you could literally just go to Limestone for support if Pinkie wanted to do something stupid that would negatively impact your (Pinkie's) future because Pinkie is deferential to her older sisters.
>>43519600Maybe not if the only thing I had to eat was (literal) stone soup and commuting to work would be a nightmare.
>be me>be anon>ponies don't like you but they give you chance to make yourself useful>sleep on the floor because none of the ponies want you to close>Except Pinkie Pie>when you struggle?>Pinkie Pie helps you>when everypony gives you weird looks?>Pinkie Pie treats you as an equal>somepony doesn't trust you?>Pinkie pie vouches for you>sleeping on the floor?>Pinkie Pie bought you a bed to sleep in>when you feel down?>Pinkie Pie>when you stub your big toe who comes to nurse you back to health?>Pinkie Pie>From that moment (you) realize you were gifted hands for the sole purpose of cherishing pinkie pie and holding her>existence without Pinkie Pie is simply not existing>Pinkie is the greatest friend, the bestest pony, the pinkest horse to live>Pinkie gives life meaning and purpose>Pinkie Pie
>>43519600>be me>be geologist anon>realize that not having a cutie mark makes me of a lower caste>racist fucking ponies>pink crackhead pony tells me she has the “bestest idea ever!!!!”>she literally says exclamation point four times>find out her family owns a rock farm>feel despair>question life>what did I go to college for, just to suffer?>learn it is a literal rock farm>think at least it’s relevant to my studies>think I will probably break open rocks that surface from the soil compacting or something>excited to see what rare minerals or crystals might be inside these rocks>actually feel hopeful despite how miserable the place is described>arrive on farm via train and then cart>skies are grey, ground is rocky with minimal soil, plant life almost completely absent>still better than East Texas>take my luggage up to the rickety splinter convention called a farmhouse>strangely enough it looks a bit like a barn>knock on door>feel a dozen splinters lodge themselves into my hand>fucking fuck>door is answered by the most stoic stallion I’ve ever seen>not convinced he isn’t a statue made of rock>take a closer look>get slowly pushed away by a powerful hoof.>face goes red>stallion walks inside without a word>I follow behind and the close the door>Anon wasn’t raised in a barn, he will just be living in one>feel tremendously awkward as the stallion gives me a nonverbal tour of his home, pointing to where I will be sleeping, where we will eat, and even turns the hands of a clock to tell me when>I feel the spaghetti rising>I can’t stand this lack of verbal communication>I have to say something>ask when I will get to break open to rocks and assess their mineralogy>the stallion raises one eyebrow quizzically>he is staring at me as if I am retarded>am retarded>he slowly shakes his head>he brings me back outside and to the silo>he opens up a burlap sack and points his hoof at it>walk over and reach my hand in>grab small hard corns of something>pull hand out and examine the grains>fuckingpebbles.jpg>I look at the stallion in confusion>he shakes his head again>the first sound I’ve heard him make is a sigh>he grabs handful of pebbles, points to the fields, and walks over>scrapes a hole in the soil and deposits a pebble inside>kicks some soil over it>gestures for me to do the same>I realize what this is>I am planting a rock>as if it were a seed>stoic stallion looks impatient despite his face remaining unchanged>he gestures again to the field>I stoop down and try to dig into the soil with my fingers>it’s fucking rock>look at the stallion’s hoof>how the fuck did he dig into this with a hoof?>realize the insanity of this task>realize the insanity of pony geology>realize my studies are not relevant to this work>be anon>be still fucked
>>43521727At least it wasn’t Limestone.
>>43522083CIA glowie stone
>>43522587I think anon would've had a less embarrassing time with her desu
>>43521694How lovely, sweet, and completely TRUE.
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>>43519600Every day you would wake up with every one of your extremities firmly lodged in a ponut.
>>43519600this is now a pie sister appreciation thread
>>43524110>tfw you will never be quartered by extremely powerful amish horsekegels
