The world is dead. Equestria is no more. All that remains is dust and ashes and the sole survivor of it all. The one who brought the world to its death.
Once the world was bright and alive. Then the Gods left you all behind. The sun still shines, barely. But even now, there are only embers. But soon the flames will fade, and only dark will remain.
Going to a con is fun... But when you get transported to Equestria as your costume and end up in a desert with little food and water... It ain't fun anymore... At least I got Sparten Pathfinder armor on with a cloak like the one the Chief used...
When Bon-Bon has to leave Ponyville for a while to visit her family in Manehattan, Lyra writes her letters every day. And every day, she gets a letter back. What could possibly be wrong with such loving devotion?