The rainbow ponies arrived carrying a sum of glass, steel, and other useful items. The motherland's caravan arrived as well, carrying metal and wood. They both received orthoclase mugs, and in return gave us their items. The moody glassmaker galloped up to the depot as fast as he could, and took the glass off of us. He then forged out of the green glass he used, in the fiery pits of Machineblood, a perfectly cut glass gem, with hanging rings of green glass. It is a shitty item indeed! Too bad he left the workshop when he did, we had the levers ready and everything...
Coincidentally, the diomedian ponies came while the traders were here, and met no citizen of ours. They were locked out with some cats, and deep fried. Necro smelled the roasting flesh through the drawbridge, and laughed. The pathetic creatures had no idea who they were up against. One of them crawled away with his legs and tentacle horribly burned to a crisp. He shall tell the tale of the failed attack on Necro's crusade! HAZZAH! HAZZAH!
Dusty and Ol' Joey had their own excitement going on, as they were having their child. Dusty gave birth to a little female foal, and entered Necro's office fearfully.
"Ehm... Sir..."
"Yes, Dusty?"
"We had our first child and I was wondering if w-we could have a little... break? It'd be for the good of the child"
Necro looked her in the eye, and tapped his hands on the glass gem. "Yes."
"Ok, I understand... Wait, WHAT?"
"I said you may have a break."
"Wait... but aren't you... and the... now I'm confused."
"We have no need of mining at the moment. You are free to eat your firstborn."
"Eat? Why would I..."
"Oh. You meant a break to take CARE of the child, OK. Yeah, we're good. The child may rest with her mother for the moment."
"Thank you sir, thank you thank you thank you!", said Dusty as she was bowing out the door.
Necro, and looked back at the statue of his life's story, grinning, "Even gods shall fall before me."