Zombie falls off edge with tremendous roar. The plopping that does follow is like music in your ears.
But then you feel hoof tap and whirl. A group of Royal Guards hovers around platform.
“We have finally caught you,” says the leader. “You are going to OC jail.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong!’ you protest.
“Ah, but you have used both horn and wings. Plus your colour scheme stinks. You are very bad girl.”
With a poof, you are in a big room. There are other alicorns, but you don’t have much time to look. Their neon colours sear your eyes into seared pudding. Then they surround you, babbling about their special snowflakeness. You feel your mind melt and then you fall over.
BAD END!