The sun was rising on another sad and sorry day in Ponyville. The sun would have been noticeable if it weren't for the dark, dank fog surrounding the village, the humid steam rising from what seemed to be thin air. A few greasy-haired, grey-eyed ponies scuttled through the streets, clutching over-stuffed plastic carrier bags, either fleeing Ponyville or, on the rare occasion, escaping into it.
Buildings stood on their last legs, rock chipped, graffiti sprayed across it, threats and warnings pinned to the doors as if anyone gave two bucks either way any more. Thick roots erupted from every nook, crack and cranny and any other form of life other than the ponies seemed almost non-existed. Gone were the days when birds soared the skies, when fish bubbled in the streams and rabbits hopped through the bracken. It was a rare sight to see even a cockroach in the run-down village, an ever-lasting miracle to see even the corpse of anything better.
It had all started say, two years ago. When Princess Celestia supposedly 'gave up' her reign over Ponyville. Mysteriously enough, at the same time, Princess Luna was later reported 'missing' and never heard of again. Coincidence or not, neither had been heard from since. And with Celestia, went a Unicorn named Twilight Sparkle's best friend and companion, Spike the dragon.
Things took a turn for the worst after this. Granny Smith, beloved owner of Sweet Apple Acre's farm, provider of nearly all of our fruits, vegetables and beverages, passed away of old age. Of course the farm still had the strong Big Macintosh, the small but loyal Applebloom, the honest and courageous Apple Jack, but events later described lead to why that all went pear (or apple) shaped too.
Miss Cheerilee, the only teacher at the small but brilliant Ponyville School House, decided to leave. But not first, after being proposed to by Big Macintosh. The two ran away together, goodness knows where, but with no pony further educated to be a professional school teacher, ponies had no choice but to close it down.
This leads on to another matter. The Mayor and her secretaries. Due to events unknown but decided accidental, a fire broke out in the Town Hall, sickingly burning to death all but the Mayor, who was then left paralysed waist down. Her and her husband decided to move somewhere less busy and more calm and peaceful for the Mayor to live out the rest of her life. Nobody else had the courage to suggest electing a new Mayor, not after what had happened to the first. It didn't seem right, somehow, but then again, I don't suppose it sounded too wrong either.
So many things could have been done to prevent Ponyville's downfall, but I suppose just too much happened all at the same time, there was no way anyone could ever handle, let alone try and control it all. So we all just sat like sitting ducks, waiting for the next tragedy to fall.
No mail could come in or out of Ponyville easily any more. Ponyville's best Mail Mare, Derpy Hooves, was last seen with a colt known as 'Doctor Whooves', the two's whereabouts now remain unknown. The rest of the Mail Mare team tried to keep service flowing long after they left, but as things slowed down more and more each day, eventually they kinda just gave up I guess.
Many older ponies seemed to be, connected or not, dying of old age more and more suddenly each day. These deaths included Ponyville's best Doctor, Vet, Dentist, Surgeon and Greengrocers. Call me sick and twisted if you wish, but I honestly just wished the weaker, blander ponies that did nothing to help or benefit anyone but themselves just died instead and left all the smart ponies to live. Then again, I suppose that means me dying too, huh? But enough about me, right now I'm talking about Ponyville and it's downfall, it's terrible, terrible downfall...