That's a cruel and unfortunate twist for comet. Can I Wrap him into a tight hug?

Although, nice to see Apple bloom.

I hope you had a good start into july too

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Unfortunately, Things arent that simple in frostpunk

Yikes. Organic fertilizer, huh? Do they harvest the organs as well?

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yeah, if they're in good condition they're used for transplants. Anything else is free game.

Wisps breeze caress along strung pipes lining sections across blocks throughout.
Cracked layers permeate evident surfaces be traced strained laid cobble bricks.
Shifting cloth strapped chest, wrung thicken scraps. Cover aided for heat preserved.
Bureaus continental functions clot across a wounded Equus scar, measure lest solution.
The setting is grim for it warrants suffering equates a means, results of hard pragmatism.
A journey is not complete without a willing narrator to guide a fruitful endeavor, thy will of tell bode a broader make of a singular outlook.
Surrounded of which comes many adjoined personalities interacting, ultimately bear loss and progress.
A wonderful lead Mr. B, for it wills you rest for oncoming ventures through lands unsculptured.
We rest to gander what flavourful passages will Sir lead.
Thank you, and be well Mr. B

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Fixed! Glad you're enjoying the story, I enjoy reading your comments!

All around them the duo were flanked by large steel frames fitting thick, specially treated glass that didn’t frost over. Greenhouses warm enough that the duo could see ponies walk around in only light clothing, and with enchanted magical crystals to act as sunlamp bulbs.
There were some of the only places ponies could go that weren’t freezing and somewhat a reminder of how the world used to be.

I'll imagine this is probably the most sought-after working place in the entire city.

Tall enough for Comet to tell she’d overtake Drill in a top shelf reaching contest every time, which prompted a quiet grin.

Top shelf reaching contest? Sounds like fun!

“Howdy Fellas! I’m Applebloom, ah take it yall are ma’ new greenhooves?”

Yay! She survived!
(But I should mention her name is Apple Bloom, with two words.)

What was it this time? A giant carnivorous plant? A swarm of insects? Maybe a strangleweed somepony mistook when swapping seeds around?
Why did his mind immediately go to such horrible scenarios?

Most likely experience.

Drill watched in shock as it crashed against a metal frame, shattering its glass and spilling its fiery contents onto one of the freshly composted lower grow beds.
In an instant the whole bed exploded into a flurry of flames, causing a chain reaction that set off the one above it, and the next, and the one above. Soon the whole rack was gushing smoke and Drill scrambled away, seeing the horrified faces of both Comet and the worker with him.

"And it's only my first day here!"

Drill sighed. “Why is he so obsessed with flying again? I mean I get it, but this is a lot, even for a colt.”

: "Did he really just ask that?"

Good chapter!
I enjoyed reading it.