Far Cry: The Elements of Insanity

'That fucking BITCH!' Vaas swore mentally, it was all he could do seeing how his current state was, erm, less than free.

'She thinks some fucking rocks can hold ME? AH! FUCK! DAMMIT! Okay...maybe they can.' Vaas had sight at least, and he could see a group of ponies walking up to him. They look interested, especially the small ones.

"This one doesn't look like a draconequus! What is it?" A small one with a bow asked a bigger one.

"We don't really know actually, Celestia just told us to think of it as a dumb, evolved ape." The bigger, wine-colored one explained.

'I'll show her a fucking dumb ape. Right up her fucking frilly ass.' Vaas mentally glared.

"It looks mean..." A white one with a horn admitted.

'Fuck you.'

"Oh it is. It bursts into the castle drenched in blood and clutching it's evil blade to a pony's neck and demands someone give him all the money in the castle. So Celestia, after moving the pony out of his grasp, turned him to stone then and there! This happened maybe two months ago." The bigger pony explained with a laugh at the end.

"To think something so dumb would make a demand to the PRINCESS?" It laughed again. Harder. Mocking Vaas. If he were free the damn fucking shit-rat would already be dead. And everyone else would too. Vaas was made, pissed, enraged. Mad enough to where if he could, he would tear Satan a new asshole over and over again. He must have mustered enough energy to move some part of his frozen form, causing one of the small things to scream. It was a pink one with a white-pink hair-color.

"It moved! It moved! I swear it moved! It's glaring at you, Ms. Cheerilee!" It screamed. Sure enough, the statue-head was turned to give a furious glare to the purple pony.

'I moved? Fucking great! How?'

"I'm sure it was always like that, such a dumb expression." The pony laughed again.

'FUCK YOU!'

"It moved again! It's trying to grab you!" The small pony screamed again. Cheerliee turned, rolled her eyes, and promptly screamed when she saw the statue's out-stretched arm making a grab at her.

"Sweet Celestia!" The big one screamed.

"Girls, we're leaving NOW!" It grabbed all the small ones in a cartoon-ish manor and bolted away from Vaas.

'RUN FORREST! RUN!' Vaas laughed sinisterly. He loved that line.

'That was amusing. Now how the fuck do I move?' Vaas strained hard against the immobility that plagued him. He pulled, pushed, bashed, and struggled until he could no longer. The way this spell works is that, in the receiver's eyes, they are taken to a blank, dark space with a single large window to look out of. They can move around in the space, albeit if not very far. If the receiver has the ability they have the option to conjure things to keep them company or occupied. That was about it.

'Come on Vaas, you're king! Get mad, you're strong when you're mad!' He cheered himself on.

'Puppies, kittens, cute things, nuns...Citra.' He listed off things that pissed him off to no end to try and make himself furious.

'Those brain-dead fucking Rakyat Warriors, Rodgers, Hoyt...!' He could feel himself starting to move! It was working!

'What else! What the fuck else!' One last, single thought crossed his mind before he reached a wall.

'JASON FUCKING BRODY!' He suddenly could see normally again, the emptiness was gone and it seemed normal again. He was able to drag a free, well, free-er arm over to his other and began pounding on the weakening stone that encased him, it began to crack and crumble away when another tour group turned the corner.

"And here we have the infamous ape that attacked Canterlot some time ago. The thing about it is-" Vaas interrupted the pony.

"I AM NOT A FUCKING MONKEY!" He roared, the remaining stone exploded away. He was free! The tour-group scattered and Vaas retrieved his gruesome machete from the display case beside him.

"It's free! Get reinforcements!" He heard orders, he didn't like orders. Using his spry and agile ability to climb on top of the hedges he waited for the two armored ponies to get directly below him before dropping down and forcing the machete into one's head while goomba-stomping the other's. He yanked the machete free and laughed when the helmet came up with it. He turned and spotted maybe twenty of the ponies.

"What is this shit made of? Fucking Tin?" He swung the machete in the air and sent the ruined helmet shooting towards a pony at what must have been mach-speed. He heard a satisfying crunch and the pony fell limp. He made it crack the things fucking skull open! This caused the ponies to charge instantly, when they were close enough Vaas swung the machete at the mass and must have taken down two or three. In seconds their numbers are halved, so much for top guards, eh? Vaas finishes the last troop with an especially vicious chop, resulting in they poor pony's head being cleaved in two.

He knew it would be too risky to try and get vengeance on that fucking sun bitch right now, she could easily turn him back again. He wiped the blood off of his blade on the hide of one of the massacred beasts and sprinted away, he hated running from a fight, but he liked living. A lot.

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And that's how he made it to where he is now, the Gryphon Mountains. They've been at war with Equestria for the last couple years now, and Vaas wanted every chance he could get to strike at that fucking sun slut. Currently, he held the title of most vicious, ruthless, and dangerous creature in all of the Mountains. He patched together a radio system for the gryphons using the surprisingly powerful mental ability he had. If he wanted to, he could move the entire planet ahead two hundred years using the knowledge he had.

He sat at his desk and listened to the piece of scrap-metal when he caught it. A stray SOS message.

"My name is Jason Brody and...I don't know. I don't know how we got here, the compass told us we were going the right direction! This...continent appeared out of no where and we crashed. Liza is hurt and needs medical attention, I have her bandaged but she'll need surgery! I've been seeing weird things too. Wolves made of wood, and fucking Manticores?! We need help! Please, if anyone is hearing this, send help!" It played. Oh, this is just great, the very person he wished to watch be disemboweled, tortured, and murdered just happened to be stranded without equipment?

This was going to be fun.