Subject: [FFML] Re: [Fic][Ranma][Drama] The Last Time Around (Prologue)
From: "The Eternal Lost Lurker" <lurkerdrome@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 1/29/2006, 6:12 PM
To: "Growly" <sesshou_maru@yahoo.com>, <ffml@anifics.com>


Life is like a circle... unending.  For every life lost another is
born.   And all things come around from the end to the beginning.
Such was the philosophy of life that all enlightened creatures
subscribed to.  All of them knew as well, that something better
awaited at the end of their many long cycles of living and dying.
It is a state many creatures long to reach, but sometimes... there
have been those who would deny that paradise.

I can't begin to tell you how many hundreds of variations on the above
paragraph I've seen used as the overly pretentious beginnings of fanfics. I
think we need to add the "Circle of Life Prologue" to the official list of
fanfiction cliches...

And some bonds are stronger even than those of fate...

I find nylon packing straps are quite handy for BDSM play, myself...

                            Growly presents
               A Ranma � story about life, death and love...

Aren't they all, though, really?

Sure enough... he had only been out for a short while when he
caught a glimpse of a sleek white coat against the gray stone.  It
was her.  Rumor had it that she had been wandering these hills long
before his father had come to hunt her.  They called her Bakehime,
"the ghost princess", because of her pale coat and proud air.

*snip THREE WHOLE PARAGRAPHS about the Bakehime*

The bakehime was
slim and long, with a surprisingly delicate frame that nonetheless
seemed to radiate power and speed.  The white coat which had
captured the envy of so many of his tribe was whiter than fresh
fallen snow - almost beyond white.  If light had a form, it would
have been this creature that was resting placidly on the
sun-warmed stone.

OKAY! WE GET IT! IT'S A BIG PRETTY WHITE KITTY ALREADY! SHEESH!

*snip*

"Well then..." The cat settled down in her patch of sunlight, paw
crossed over paw, her eyes fixed on some point beyond Taryn�s
form.  Her voice took on the same tone he'd heard the village
storyteller use - that odd, distant and yet somehow very immediate
speech that was entrancing in its strangeness.  "This is a story
set long ago, before the tribe of humans settled in this valley.

"It is the story of a cat named Anya... and how she set off from
her home in the Guir on a quest..."

,,,to bear the One True Squeaky Mouse to the land of Abu Dhabi, final
resting place of the Great Kitten Nermal, to bury it in the Litter Pan of
Doom...

*yawn* Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.

The Eternal Lost Lurker
www.lurkerdrome.com



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