The apocalypse has happened, and ponykind is left with a grim reminder of the past. Peaches no longer exist, wiped out by the apocalyptic eating machine that is the Equestrian Royalty. This is the End of Peaches.
That crazy girl that writes random comedies, detailed inanimate transformations, and sad/dark heartwrenchers. $$60,000,000,000 says you can't catch me! I'm the Equestrianoid Typhoon! Peace and Love!