Crisis On Equestria: Choose your own Adventure.

Pulling his head swiftly from the freezing stream, he let out a small gasp as the cold had taken his breath away. Now with a cleaner although still aching face, the dragon sat in the pebbles and weighed his options...

The first things that came to mind was that he had no idea at all where the hell he was, and that we was starving. Come to think of it the only thing he had ever eaten in his ever so brief life had been a rusty jailcell key. One of his first objectives was to find food, obviously. Now about the issue of psychotic voices in his head...

"Ditch the griffins and try to learn more about Armok, Whatever the hell Armok is. You need to take charge and get a following to do your bidding, if the griffins aren't up to it then they're useless"

They came like clockwork, "That's... actually pretty good advice for a wannabe evil overlord. Not quite sure I'm up to that however..." The now very familiar headache began to rear it's head "ow fu- OK OK I'll try, Jesus..." Truth be told he actually really liked the idea of being some kind of king or tyrant. 'Well at least I don't have to put up with fucking ungrateful flying rats anymore...'

"Go find out more about armok, a army of DWARVES will kill anything. Maybe Captain Ironblood will be in this if this occurs. And that would be a hilarious and awesome thing. Be hilarious to watch him beat the crap out of the entire royal guard, then stop because pinkie had crumpets."

'dwarves you say? ...interesting' He dimly recalled that dwarves were basically hardcore hill midgets that lived underground and survived off of proof 90% vodka. As always he had no idea where he got that from but-

An upbeat voice interupted gravely "The Blood god will only betray you in the end! They found me, listen find the Dark God of Truth, he may be evil but he will always follow through agreements and promises!"

"Ah for fucks sake, make up your damn minds!" No, he was going for the first option, no running around all over the damn place searching for various gods and goddesses. Now it was just a question of where to find out information on this blood god character...

"Well vengeance It seems you are in quite the pickle now, might I suggest you find out your location in respect to other parts of the world?
on another note you could also have questions directed at us, I know I'll try my best to answer."

He paused to consider this for a moment...
"Tell me about Armok?". He waited for a reply.... and waited.... 30 seconds passed... 45...

"Hello!?" 'uh... there must be some sort of time delay...'

"Alright I'm going to list a few questions and I'd really appreciate some answers" It briefly occurred to him how stupid he probably looked standing next to a stream in the middle of the mountains, talking to the sky.

"1. Why are you guys fucking with me? Do you think this is a game!?"

"Question Number 2, what the hell is going on?... um... I mean what is all this? who am I? ect"

"And finally where can I find something to eat?" 'Note to self, kill and cook some wild animal before you starve to death'.

And with that done he-
"Convince the gay griffin to go with you, away from all the madness and bloodshed. Go to Vermont and set up a Bed & Breakfast, be besties and lovers for life.

Also, get some goddamned children for the sweatshop."
He recognized that one...that was the same voice that got him molested. He realized he hated it with a burning passion.
"No... no go fuck yourself..." He steadied himself for the coming onslaught of pain, yet it never came.... He raised his head from his hunched over wincing position and looked around, confused. Maybe he couldn't carry out impossible or insane tasks.. well tasks that were lubriciously hard to perform in any case.

"Seriously though, what is your fascination with child labor? Fucking weirdo..."

And with that done he spread his wings to fly off into the sky, being sure to keep low as to avoid those ever present flying rats that had conscripted him into service. After the entire harrowing ideal he just wanted to relax and drift through the air-

"Go get the chains, chain up the griffons, and eat them. you are a carnivore, are you not? (ignoring the crystals and stuff) that, or find out if the Crystal Kingdome has vanished yet. (Meat plus crystal. Perfect!) Also, if you have a human soul, learn some necromancy for the heck of it. When you see ... eh, what the heck. I'm sure you can figure it out. Maybe they have info on Armok. Then... take a nap."

They just never shut up did they... well at least he liked the parts about necromancy and taking a nap. Quickly making a mental note to find out more on the subject, if only in passing interest, he continued flying down the mountain, lifting his flight path slightly as a small forest sprung up below. The sight of trees whizzing by so impossibly quickly beneath him was actually quite therapeutic, alas good things rarely lasted long for our hero.

"Wait, so your a dragon and he's a griffin..." The female voice stated coyly.

Vengeance looked around confused "... yea and? what's your-" he stopped as an image forced its way into his head in perfect clarity. In it were another dragon and a griffin, both male. The dragon who now sported a massive boner growled gruffly into the griffins ear "I'm going to fuck you", what followed could only be described as extremely high definition, hard core inter-species homo-erotica that you physically couldn't cast your gaze from.

"Wait wha- OH GOD!! OH GOD ew, EW, NO! NO!! GOD NOOOOOO!!" The vision would not go away, no matter how hard the dragon gripped his head in disgust. Unfortunately another voice chose that exact moment to speak up.

"In this, as in all matters, there is only one true path to follow.
Only one path that will lead you to true victory.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE"

The sheer volume of the voice caused a throbbing ache to pound in his skull, he felt himself shift from reality as this pain overwhelmed him. Now cut off from the outside world all he could see was the hardcore furry sex scene being played in his head. He barely felt the trees brushing at the edges of his wings.

He definitely felt the large branches snapping at his sides introducing new bursts of pain with every strike. He did not notice the sudden impact with a large tree trunk that sent everything flash instantaneously, mercifully, to black.

His head hurt, his neck hurt, his ribs hurt... everything fucking hurt. The dragon came too slumped against a think, unyielding tree trunk, his face was numb from the position he had been pressed up against it. He shakily got to his feet but let out a small gasp when he put weight on his front left leg, which had been strained upon impact. Furthermore he became aware of a deep seated, burning ache in his lungs.

Vengeance reached up to feel his bloody chest but tore his hand away upon putting pressure on it. Take a few painful breaths he realized a couple of his ribs were broken, really not very surprising considering he just rugby tackled a tree at 60MPH... 'come to think of it... how the fuck am I even alive?' He chalked it up to dragons being ludicrously resilient. It was then he noticed the blood splatter across the tree, and the river going down his front.

He raised a claw weakly to his snout. It was broken again.
"One day.... I've been here one day.... oh my fucking god....uh..." *Click* more pain, but by this point the cartilage in his nose was pretty flexible, considering it had been snapped in two and had acquired a permanent 40 degree bend. He kept trying in vain to push it back properly into place, despite the horrible deep-seated pain, yet it just kept sliding into the 40 degree bend. At least it didn't bleed anymore... whether or not that was a good sign he couldn't really tell.

The dragon whimpered, he ended up sitting there for a few minuets in too much pain to move before he realized that if he didn't he'd probably end up dead one way or another.Hell he was probably going to die anyway at some point. Vengeance gingerly took a very hesitant step forward, being careful to keep his weight off his strained ankle. Unfortunately he lost is balance due to bloodloss induced weakness.

Again he let out a yelp as his weight was transferred onto the steadily swelling left ankle, which had taken on a sheen as the scales stretched to accommodate the swelling. "Welp I'm fucked..." If he couldn't even walk and he was trapped in the wilderness, this was it, life over. The situation began to sink in and he almost considered slitting his own throat to stop himself staring to death, that is until he heard the scream.

It was very faint, but he could hear the steadily increasing sounds of a galloping pony coming this way. So there was hope after-all. Then his sharp hearing picked up the clashing of wood and steel, the pony was being chased. 'just my look, perhaps whatever's chasing it will eat me instead, feels good to know I'm still useful' The dragon learned that sarcasm helped him in these situations, not much. But at least it cheered him up before he was torn limb from limb.

The frantic galloping was getting close now, turning around just in time he witnessed a unicorn teleport into the brush across from where he lay crouched.

Her purple coat was covered in lightly bleeding scratches from her blind charge through the dead shrubs and other sharp branches that made up the untraveled woodland floor. Tears were streaming down her face as she stopped to gaze at the broken dragon like a deer caught in the spotlight.

Immediately she almost forgot what was going on, seemingly torn between running and stopping to help, nervously dancing on the tips of her hooves. Overcoming her initial shock she gasped "Oh my gosh, a-are you alright sir?" Her voice trembled in terror, a clear indicator she had been running for her life, yet it seemed she'd always make time to help a stranger down on his luck.

Before vengeance could reply, a Lion burst through the shrub, snarling in anger. His tattered Armour bared the crest of the griffonian royal army, if only held in a much lower regard to his griffin counterparts. His eyes locked on the pony after briefly flickering on the downed dragon, his prey was cornered. How long would she last under torture before she spilled equestrian secrets to his masters, he wagered not very long.

Help Twilight sparke?

Bleed out and die like a pussy.

This has got nothing to do with you vengeance, besides, you already swore an oath to the king whilst being conscripted.

As always suggestions ect are welcome.