Note: Something bouncing around in my head. Any suggestions or C&C is
welcome

I suggest you die like a bitch!

Just kidding... ^_^

Lady Maran, wielder of the Sword of Valcothese, ran. Impossibly, she

Valcothese: Because Life Doesn't Have To Hurt. (Side effects may be severe
and can include nausea, vomiting, upset stomach, diarrhea, abdominal
swelling, increased susceptibility to infection, blood clots, leukemia,
narcosis, delusions of godhood, impotence, osteoporosis, psoriasis,
gingivitis, tissue necrosis, and death. If you are nursing, pregnant, or may
become pregnant, take this product with natural milk.)

was breathing hard, impossibly, she was getting tired. It wasn't
possible, not her. She was the ancient gaurdian of the ancient seals of

guardian

Marycos! But her breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles ached and

Not to be confused with the ancient seals of Marywana.

there was a stitch in her side.

[Stitch] "It's smelly here."

No matter where she went, no matter what she did, they were there, with
the crystal staffs and the cold steel armor.

"And I thought the pearl implant fad was bad. These new phallic appliances
are getting ridiculous."

She was being run down like a hunted animal. She knew it. Perhaps not
in so many words, but she knew she was being hunted. She put on a

She's being hunted...and she's a magical girl....so it's...Magical Girl
Hunters! Which isn't original. :P

desperate burst of speed and leapt, leaping across the urban canyon in

She leapt, leaping! But it was too far, by far! So she fell, falling! And
then, dying, she died.

a poor imitation of flight.

"Last time I download a shareware flight simulator from
MolesNGophers.com..."

As she landed, she spun on her heel, held
her sword just so and yelled in a breath deprived voice as she moved
her sword in a complicated pattern. "Screaming Burst Special!"

I drank one of those once. Rum, vodka, and a whistling firecracker, right?

Ancient Magical energies lashed out

As opposed to Ancient Egyptian energies...

in their fury, only to spatter harmlessly against the flickering blue
shield generated by her pursuers.

Ewwwwww.

For a precious microsecond, Maran stood, stunned and then fled as
self-preservation insticnts took over, pushing her to escape, nothing

I wish I had self-preservations insticnts. Hell, I wish I had ANY insticnts.

...what's an insticnt?

But they could not be shaken. Relentlessly they dogged her heels, until
finally, she collapsed against a tree, unable to run any further. She
resumed her human form and threw a small rod at the feet of the armored
figures. "Take it!" she cried. "I'm sorry! Take it! Just leave me
alone. Please!" She stared up at them, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Sorry, but we aren't interested in your anal dildo."

"Keiko Saotome,"

Oh *GOD* -__- Couldn't you pick ANY OTHER LAST NAME than Saotome? Like
Tanaka, or Ishihara, or Jingleheimer-Schmit?

one of the armored figures said in a hollow electronic

voice. "Also known as the Magical Girl Lady Maran, you have been found
guilty of violating Imperial Edict number twelve. In accordance with
the law, you have been sentanced to death. Sentance is to be carried
out upon apprehension."

This "sentance" deserves to die. Or rather, the author should be sentenced
to remedial elementary-school spelling classes.

"No!" Keiko cried. "Please! I was only trying to help! I--"

"I didn't mean to strip my eight-year-old daughter from the future naked and
toss her into a pit of amorous octopus demons! It just happened! Really!"

 The armored

figure drew a gun from the holster on its thigh, and fired once, the
discharge creating a single neat hole in Keiko's head, death freezing
her thirteen year old face in an expression of terrified supplication.

Ah, Standard Lolicon Face #27: "Please Take This Thing Out Of My Mouth."

"Nice shot, Captain Sanoda," one of the armored figures said.

Tomiko Sanoda ignored that and pressed her throat mike. "Sonada here,

"Sorry, I keep changing my family name to confuse people."

target eliminated. Returning to extraction point." With that, they
walked away. They did not look at the body, nor was there any jeers, or
bad jokes.

Just the air of people coming off shift.

I'd make a necrophilia joke here, but it'd be a stretch. Besides, I've just
about run that schtick into the ground already anyway.

The video fizzed out, smoothing into a figure dressed in a long coat,
shirt, tie and slacks. All were colored nondescript shades of gray
making him almost appear to be part of the night sky. His shoes were
dress shoes, but there was an odd look to them, sqaure and boxy, as
though they were just meant to look like dress shoes. His hands were
gloved, chromed steel that almost seemed to have been poured over his
hands and arms. His face was masked with red goggles over his face,
glowing in the shadow of the hat pulled low over his face.

And his face faced the face of the giant face statue facing the face of the
clock, whose face faced north into the face of the moon, which faced.......

Face it, you're losing face here.

Peacekeeper had had a name, once, but that had been wiped from the
records. Meticulously, he had erased any sign that he existed. Who he
had been was nothing compared to who he had become, who he had
submerged himself in.

Anonymity is his name. He is a rumor, a whisper. He is...the Man In Gray!

He had not begun this task lightly, the message that even now was
playing all over the state Network feeds was the beginning of a goal
that had been fifteen years in the making. Years of study and physical
training. Years of gathering the needed resources, and using his
intellect to fashion the tools he would need.

"So if it's ROUND, like THIS, it will ROLL...and if I rub the edge of this
pointy rock against something a whole lot, it gets pretty sharp..."

He was ready, Japan must be made ready. The Chirokuo must be restored.

Must it? Must it REALLY?

Well, for an "original" idea...this really isn't.

Not that I'm saying you shouldn't continue it.

(I'm not saying you SHOULD, either.)

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