RGRE thing about blacksmithing [Complete?]

>Be Anon
>Right now, you are chilling at your front yard drinking some apple juice
>Shit can't match up to the heavenly taste of purple drank, but it'll do
>Other than working at the orchard, you don't really do much else at Ponyville
"I want to be a blacksmith."
>You don't know why that though crossed your mind, but it sounded good to you
>Your first stop? The library
>You knew jack about blacksmithing, and charging into things blind may be your style, but it's not worth burning your face off
>Knowing the whole weird gender thing, Spaghetti Sparkles will not permit you to follow your dreams
>Something about "Stallions" and "Making sandwiches"
>Bitch
>"Anon, if I can ask, why are you getting these books?"
>You lied to her that you wanted to get into tinkering, making decor and such
>Well, it's the half-truth
>You're gonna start with small things and practice and then move into the cool stuff
>Having big-ass weapons around your house would be very cool decor
>You went and read up on your books
>Apparently pones don't know how to smelt metal together to create tougher material
>Dafuq is this
>You need to change that fast
>You went and spent all of your dosh on buying equipment
>Where else are you gonna spend them
>Emergency fund? Pfft. Crazy talk
>You got a huge pile of metals from ponies around town
>Apparently they have a lot of junk they don't need
>Especially Rarity
>She handed you a body bag's amount of gems and mentioned something along the lines of "A gentlemare's duty."
>You poshed up your empty-ass guest room and got Twiggles to make everything fireproof
>Heh, she still thinks you're making little trinkets
>You quit your job at the orchard, and began your work
>Twiggles insisted that she be there and watch you work, for science
>Whatever, she'll stop eventually and you needed to start with the simple things anyways
>You made a simple ring, and she stared at you in awe
>"I-Impossible! Items such as rings on average take up at least 2 days to make! Even professional unicorns have to spend a day making one ring! How did you make one in 2 HOURS?!"
>Human ingenuity, bitch
>After making some random items, you managed to convince Twilight that you got this and got her to leave you
>You tried to sell your first batch of creations to rake in some dough for more smithing
>Some pompous looking motherfucker walked up to you and said that these belonged in museums, saying that it's nice seeing colts dabbling in the more eccentric arts
>Niggawut
>These are literally household items
>Fuck, one of them is literally a doorknob
>A doorknob in a museum
>Whatever
>You forked them over and he paid you-woah that's a lot of bits
>You can literally buy another house with this much
>Don't question it Anon, just make more metal stuff
>With this much bits, you started to work on your personal projects
>Such as experimenting with the creation of steel
>You had little grasp of the concept, but after a few failed attempts, you managed to create a strong alloy
>You decided to use your newfound forging material to make some more complex stuff
>And by that, you mean horseshoes
>After a set of 2 were made, you hear a knock on the door
>Who the fuck can be bothering you
>You open the door to find the two princesses greeting you
>Perfect
>"Greetings, Anonymous. My sister and I have heard of your attempts to tinker items and have seen the exhibits of your work, and we have to say that we are impressed."
>"Sister, we thought we were coming here to give the colt a lecture on the dangers of the path Anonymous's pursuing! Anonymous, thou shalt-"
>You interrupt her by tossing the horseshoes in front of the two
"Try them on, don't fucking complain. These babies don't break easily."
>You see Sunbutt and Woona give each other before trying them on
>"W-What?! Our hooves have not met such comforting material since millennials ago!"
>"Impossible! How can these shoes be so...amazing?!"
>You watch the two just stand around in awe and begin to trot around like schoolfillies
>Man, they're really happy about shoes
>They prance around a bit more before both of their eyes loll back, tongues drag out, and two splashing sounds were heard
>Did they just came
>Did the two princesses
>Just fucking came
>On your front yard
>From wearing shoes that you made from basic materials you found
>Fucking ponies, man
>You close your door and try to erase the scene from your mind by downing some juice
>Some days and abrupt wake-ups from the two horse gods trying to make you their royal blacksmith later, you decide to start on your first major project
>A classic broadsword
>Apparently, after the horsecum incident, you have gathered enough of a following that crowds of ponies eagerly await outside your house everyday to see what new stuff you can pump out of your forge
>You wrote a small pamphlet on the creation of steel, or as they call, the "invincible metal", and it got mass printed
>Talks went around on how you have "The Magic Touch" and mares came to your door, begging for you to teach them in mastering the mysterious alloy
>You didn't expect this to go as far as you are right now, but it's cool
>You are rolling in more dosh than you can ever make off from working at appulhorse's
>After a few days, you finish your magnum opus
>A 4.5 foot sword of pure badassery
>No weird spike attachments, no edgy skulls, no nothing
>Just the pure grace and simplicity of the old arts
>You wrapped it up in cloth and walked out of your house and into the town square
>Meanwhile, the entire town had gathered to see your creation
>You unveil your masterpiece, and a collection of gasps were heard
>Hell yea
>You bring it up, motherfucker heavier than it looks, and take a practice swing at the ground
>As soon as the sword made contact with the pavement, a huge crash was heard as you now stand in a crater about 20 feet in diameter
>A collection of splashes was heard