Applejack moves into the kitchen and ties the rope around the leg of one of the dining room chairs. Wiping a bead of sweat from her brow at a job well done she goes back to the pit and lowers the rope down before climbing down as well. The chair doesn't hold her weight for even a moment and she falls to her death, reconstituted as mush on the stone floor far below.
BAD END: Applejack should have stayed in bed today.
Sleeping is the only reprieve we get from a life of meaningless drudgery before we eventually die.
Better try again!
…Well that was a strange experience. R.I.P. Applejack, I suppose.
Anyway, time to go see what I could've done differently.