Lunatic

"Look, sister! We made our moon better! Surely ponies will come to like the night now. Oh, maybe they'll like it more, love even, if we bring the moon here!"

This is how I like to imagine how her fall began. Trying to fix her night with lunatic (haw) fervour. And it's a slippery slope from there.

Nope, not played Majora's Mask, never. Nopey dopey. Not me.