On Mon, Apr 01, 2002 at 08:28:41PM -0600, Aaron E Nowack wrote:
"Because I know something that you do not," Saffron explained,
crossing his arms over his chest.
"And what is that?"
"Unlike you, I've used only a _fraction_ of my true power!"
Saffron: Now, behold my unparreled ability!
Ranma: What was that?
Saffron: All rock in the vicinity has been turned into stone! Match
that!
Saffron waited for his opponent to quiver in fear. After a moment,
once Saffron discovered that Ranma was still smiling, the Masu
spoke. "Oh, there's something I ought to tell you."
Saffron scowled. Nothing in his domain could remain secret from him!
"Tell me."
With disdain in his voice, Ranma shifted his gem from one wrist to the
other. "I'm not left-handed."
Ranma woke from the dream the same way he always did, but for
one
significant difference.
This time, breathing hard, drenched with sweat, and staring
upward
with unseeing eyes, he remembered them. Every aspect -- what had
once
been hidden, suddenly made clear. And it made perfect sense, too.
Ranma: Soylent Green is made of PEOPLE!!!!!!
Ranma woke up, blinking from the shock. "Aaaah! The reavers are people
in big suits?" He stopped yelling, still blinking, as his vision made
out two female figures hovering over him.
Tsunami stood and shook her head at the other woman. "Washuu, next
time you want to eat something EXOTIC for dinner, let me cook."
"It was all a dream," he murmured, finally realizing the truth
of
the matter. "No more manga after eating Akane's cooking for me," he
declared, grinning, and running out of the room.
Ranma: So, was I a human dreaming I was a Masu, or am I a Masu
dreaming that I'm a human?
With him gone, an errant breeze swept through the open window,
and
the door he had not sealed, rustling a small pile of the manga --
Tenchi
Muyo and Sailor Moon lying half-beneath the blanket he had tossed
aside,
with the latest issue of DragonBall Z atop them.
Bravo! A classic ending! I laughed, I cried! See End of Elimination in
theters folks! You won't regret it!
And they have a convenient pillar outside against which to bang your
head afterwards!
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Author's notes:
It was this, or 50-meter tall naked Tsunami clones and solid
white
Juraian issue reavers attacking the Terrafront.
Ooh. Nifty...
*falls into deep trance*
Aaron Nowack (who realizes that by this point he probably won't be
writing an April Fool's day fic)
"Never let reality get in the way of a good hypothesis."
http://www.geocities.com/anowack/
Jonathan Rosebaugh (who, frankly, would have preferred the Tsunami
clones. Maybe, anyhow.)