Hiya!
Alrighty, well, here's part one of a (hopefully) not too long
series I'm working on. As always, feedback's great, even (or maybe,
expecially) the bad stuff.
I'm hoping to start posting this stuff up once MZ get's back...
Oh, and I'm not subscribed to the ML, so please send and comments
to s669330@aix2.uottawa.ca
Thanks!
-Mike
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"An Exciting Life..."
A Fanfic by
Michael Noakes.
(June 6, 1996)
Brief Note:
This Fanfic acts as a companion piece to 'A Normal Life',
running parallel to it in several ways. It follows the story of
the Ranma who grew up leading a (somewhat) normal life, and how he
deals with life in the real Ranmaverse. You don't need to read the
other story to enjoy this one, though having done so will (in
theory) enhance this one.
***
LEGAL BABBLE:
Ranma and co. owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Damax owned by me.
Story mine.
Anything else is someone else's stuff.
***
An Exciting Life
Chapter One
Request
"INSERT NIFTY QUOTE HERE."
(The scene opens up over an idyllic Nerima, with calm citizens
blissfully going about their daily business. Through their midst
passes a boy with a black pig-tail, wearing a red chinese shirt and
black pants, idly meandering from shop to shop.)
(He doesn't seem particularly interested in the activity
around him. In fact he looks quite bored. He wanders further down
the bustling street; rounding another corner, he spies a narrow
alcove, almost obscured in shadows, with an open door. A small
window on one side displays a sign written in chinese. The boy
examines it curiously for a second.)
Ranma :(Shrugging) Might as well...
(He walks through the door, entering the shop.)
(He finds himself in a small room, various shelves and
bookcases crammed with hefty tomes, odd artifacts, and other curio.
A curtain of colourful beads hangs over the only other entrance to
the room.)
(A group of paintings hanging on one wall draws his attention.
He wanders over and examines them.)
Ranma :Hey, those look like the mountains by Joketsuzoku...
Voice :(from behind) And who do we have here?
(Ranma spins around, surprised, with a yelp. An old man,
wearing a robe and sporting a long beard shot through with streaks
of white, is looking at him curiously with sparkling, intense blue
eyes.)
Ranma :Ahhh... sorry. I didn't hear you. (He bows once in
respect.) I didn't mean to intrude. I was just wandering by and
saw the sign in the doorway.
Old Man :The sign?
Ranma :Yeah, you know, the one written in chinese?
Old Man :(Smiling slightly). Ah yes, that one. You have an
interest in China, then?
Ranma :Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess you could say that. (He jerks
his thumb at the picture.) I spent a year there - in a village
next to the mountains in that painting.
Old Man :Really?
Ranma :Yeah. I just got back 'bout a month ago.
Old Man :It must of been an exciting trip.
Ranma :(Sighing) Yeah, I guess...
(The conversation dies off, and Ranma continues to stare at
the picture, while the Old Man watches him curiously, blue eyes
sparkling cheerfully.)
Old Man :Come, my young friend... (Ranma jumps slightly, snapped
out of his reveries). I grow hungry, and business has been slow.
Why don't you sit and share a cup of tea with me, and tell me of
your stay in China? I do enjoy a good story - especially an
exciting one.
Ranma :Believe me, my life's story isn't as exciting as you'd
think.
Old Man :Nevertheless, if you could find some time to humour an
old man, I'd enjoy hearing your tale.
Ranma :(shaking his head) I'm sorry, but I really have to be
going.
(He turns and takes a few steps towards the door.)
Old Man :Do you truly have _anything_ else to do?
(Ranma hesitates.)
Ranma :(Sighing) Well... no. I guess I don't... (He turns
back to the old man) I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a little
while...
Old Man :(Clapping his hands together once.) Excellent! I'll go
fetch us some tea, and perhaps a little food!
(The old man passes through the beaded curtain. The sound of
jingling cutlery is heard. Ranma removes his shoes and kneels down
before a short table. A clock on the wall softly chimes four
times, announcing the hour.)
(The man returns a moment later, carrying a platter with a
kettle of steaming tea and some cups. He sets them down, then
gracefully sits across from Ranma.)
Old Man :And so, my young guest... what is you name?
Ranma :Ranma Saotome.
Old Man :Well, Ranma Saotome, I am called Damax Cheineux.
Ranma :Damax, uh, Chi... uh, Shin, ummm...
Damax :I know, the pronunciation is difficult, and the name is
strange. It is not japanese. Then again, neither am I. But let
us not talk about me. I wish to hear more about Ranma Saotome, and
of his exciting stay in China.
Ranma :Ah, well, ah... I'm not sure where to start...
Damax :(grinning) The beginning is always a good place.
Ranma :Heh. Yeah, I guess it is. Well, let's see... I guess
it started when my dad took me on a training trip to sharpen my
martial arts skills.
Damax :Ah! So you are a student of the martial arts?!
Ranma :(Sitting up a bit straighter, voice filling with pride.)
Yup! I'm a student of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial
Arts!
Damax :(Eyes opening wide, glinting with mirth.) Most
impressive! Have you been training long?
Ranma :Yeah, you could say that - Pop starting training me from
the moment I could crawl. Heck, I think I could kick before I
could even walk. But of course, I didn't _really_ start to train
till my dad took me on the trip. I was... five at the time. I
think. So... about ten years.
Damax :Ten years? You must be quite good!
Ranma :(Shrugging.) Yeah. I guess. (Notices Damax's
questioning glance.) Well, you see, I've mastered all the basic
techniques, and a bunch of advanced ones; I know all the katas;
I've conditioned my body over a decade of training and exercises
and daily work-outs; I spar with pop almost every day. And yet...
Damax :What?
Ranma :Well... I don't feel like I'm reaching my full
potential. I dunno. I've trained for over ten years. Ten years!
And in all that time, do you know how many real fights I've been
in? None. Well, there was that time back in junior high, but the
guy never showed up.
Aside from that, I've done full-contact sparring and stuff,
and sometimes the training is rough - really rough - but I've
always known, somewhere in the back of my head, that it wasn't for
real. You know... I knew the opponent didn't _really_ want to hurt
me.
Damax :That does not seem so bad.
Ranma :Well, sure, no, I didn't train in the Martial Arts so
that I could beat people up... but, still, then, why _did_ I train?
I've got all these skills - I just wish I could _do_ something with
them! I _thought_ things were gonna be different in China, but...
(he sighs) ... they weren't.
Damax :Ah yes, China! And what happened there?
Ranma :Not much. Well, let's see... a little over a year ago,
my Dad and I crossed over to China, looking for new techniques and
martial art styles. (He grimaces.) Getting there was kinda tough,
though. (He smiles.) But the scenery was worth it. Once there,
we wandered around for a while, training here and there, 'til pop
heard of this ancient, secret training ground in the Payenk'ala
mountains in Tsinghai province - Jusenkyou.
Damax :(Eyes wide) Jusenkyou? The "Land of Cursed Springs"?
Ranma :(Surprised.) You've heard of it? Yeah, that's the
place. (He snorts) We never trained there, though. Right before
we got there, we were stopped by a group of amazons.
Damax :(Arching an eyebrow) Amazons?
Ranma :Yeah. They warned us that training there wouldn't be a
good idea. Well, pop and I were gonna ignore them, but one of the
girls threw a frog into one of the springs. You know what
happened?
Damax :What?
Ranma :It crawled out of the water - but had been turned into
a boar!
Damax :Really?!
Ranma :Yeah! After the stupid thing hopped away, the girls
explained to us that anything that falls into the spring turns into
whatever drowned there in the past. (Ranma shakes his head.) I
can't believe pop was gonna train me there. I could've been turned
into a boar... or worse! (He shivers for a moment). So, instead
of training there, we decided to stop by the Amazon village -
Joketsuzoku.
We only planned to stay the night, but when the village leader
- this old woman called Cologne - discovered I was seeking martial
training, she offered to take me under her wing. I agreed, and we
ended up staying for a year.
Damax :An entire year in an amazon village! It must have been
exciting!
Ranma :(Gives a bitter laugh) Yeah, right.
Damax :(Surprised) It wasn't?
Ranma :Not really. So anyway, I spent the whole year training.
(His eyes darken momentarily) That old crone was merciless... she
pushed, and pushed, and pushed, harder than dad ever did. (He
smiles) Though I gotta admit, she _was_ a good teacher. I learnt
a lot. And I _did_ have a good time, I suppose. Sparred and
duelled with a bunch of the amazons... made some friends, too.
Damax :But...
Ranma :Well, like I said, I learnt a lot. Techniques you
wouldn't believe. And, more importantly... my teacher, Cologne,
she told me that she saw within me the greatest potential for
Martial Arts she had seen in over a hundred years. But she also
told me that I'd never achieve that potential unless I stopped
holding back, unless I gave myself totally to the Art. But the
problem is, I've never _had_ to! Even duelling with the Amazons,
I knew it didn't matter, not _really_, wether I won or lost. Mind
you, I never lost; then again, I can't help but feel that the
amazons held back, too, since I was an outsider.
Heh. Sometimes I kinda wish we had trained at Jusenkyou.
Damax :(Eyes twinkling, smiling slightly) Really?
Ranma :Well, yeah. I mean, sure, it would've sucked to fall
in, but just that fact, knowing that if you mess up, you're doomed
- hell, that's about as real as it gets.
Ah well, it never happened.
And now... well, I'm back home. The training trip is over.
(He sighs.) You know... I've been from one end of Japan to the
other, and through most of China, and you know what? Everywhere I
went, it was the same thing. Boring. That's what the problem is.
Damax :Really?
Ranma :(Sighs) Yeah. (He quiets for a moment, looking down,
deep in thought.) You know what? Sometimes... sometimes I just
wish my life could just be... more exciting...
Damax :(He leans forward with keen interest, putting his cup
down. His eyes twinkle fiercely.) Really?
Ranma :(Lacing his hands behind his back, staring off into
space a bit, seemingly unaware of the old man.) Yeah, exciting.
It's like I said: martial arts have been my life, and I'm glad I've
learnt all I have, but now I wish I could just _do_ something with
them! All this constant training, the special techniques, and
whatever... well, it's just seems... pointless! Somehow...
somehow, I just feel like my life was meant to be more exciting!
Thrilling!
Damax :Would your life truly be that much better?
Ranma :(Looking directly at the old man.) Of course! A little
excitement in my life! That's all I could wish for!
Damax :(Gives a slight grin, almost hidden beneath his beard,
eyes still glittering. He responds in a smooth, low voice.) You
should really be careful what you wish for, Ranma Saotome, of the
Saotome school of Anything Goes Martial Arts.
(The clock suddenly chimes out five o'clock. Ranma shakes his
head.)
Ranma :Wow, I sure talked a lot more then I meant to! Sorry to
have bothered you, uh, Damax. Gotta go! (He stand up, but as he
does, his knee catches on the edge of the table. His cup of tea
flips over, splashing him). Youch! That's hot!
Damax :Oh my! I'm so sorry!
Ranma :(Dabs at the wet spot on his shirt with a napkin.) Oh,
it's nothing. (He drops the cloth, slipping his shoes on.) Well,
thanks for everything! Maybe I'll see you around sometime!
Damax :Maybe indeed, Ranma Saotome. (He glances at the clock.)
Quite soon, in fact... (He stands up, still grinning slightly,
and gives a short bow, before heading back through the veil of
beads.)
Ranma :(thinking) What a strange old man!
(Ranma turns away and walks to the open door, but stops before
passing through, a sudden depression settling over him. Nothing's
changed - his life is still the same as before. Dull. Boring.
And unlikely to change. He sighs.)
Ranma :(He steps forward, thinking) Heh, an exciting life!
Yeah, like that's ever going to happen!
(But as he steps through the threshold, a sudden flare of
light blinds him; a strange tingling passes through him, making his
hair stand up on end, while a disorienting wrenching makes his
stomach twist and almost heave. He stumbles, catching himself on
the doorframe, and rubs his eyes, trying to clear them. For a
second, the faint afterimage of a wild-eyed, red-haired girl with
a pig-tail, oddly familiar and rushing towards him, lingers before
his eyes.)
(The image fades, and he immediately notices that something's
not right: an angry horde of people seems to be charging right
towards him.)
Akane :(angrily) Get back here, you pervert!
Ryoga :(vengefully) You won't escape that easily, Ranma!
Shampoo :(confusedly) Why you run, Ranma?
Mousse :(menacingly) Prepare to die, enemy of women!
Ukyou :(sweetly) Ranma honey! Come back!
Kuno :(enragedly) Whither the pig-tailed goddess, Sorcerer?
Kodachi :(insanely) HAhahAHaHAhahAha!
Happosai :(deadly) You'll pay for your interference, Ranma!
Ranma :Huh?
(The horde charges up to him, but comes to a confused stop
when he just stands there befuddled. They surround him,
brandishing various weapons, staring at him with a mixture of
suspicion, love, and hate.)
(He shrugs, and turns to walk away, when his eyes fall
upon...)
Ranma :(Happily surprised) <Mousse! Hey buddy, what're you
doing in Japan?>
Mousse :(Confused) Huh?
(Mousse lowers his glasses, peering at Ranma, then jumps when
Ranma walks up to him, shakes his hand, and pulls him into a
friendly embrace, slapping him on the back.)
Ranma :Man, it's good to see ya again!
(While Mousse stands there awkwardly, Shampoo steps up to
Ranma.)
Shampoo :<Ranma? When did you learn how to speak chinese?>
(Ranma releases Mousse and looks at Shampoo, breaking into a
wide grin.)
Ranma :<Shampoo? You're here too! Great!> (He enfolds her
into a friendly hug.) How's my favourite girl doing?
(He doesn't notice the look of utter bliss that passes over
her face. Nor does he notice the sudden cries of outrage and shock
from the strangers surrounding him. He _does_ notice Shampoo's
grip tighten vice-like around him, as her body attempts to meld
itself to his.)
Ranma :(his face turning red) <Ahhh... Shampoo?> (He lowers
his voice.) <C'mon, Shampoo... Mousse is standing right behind
us... you know how jealous he gets...>
Mousse :Jealous? JEALOUS? RANMA SAOTOME, YOU SHALL DIE!
Ranma :(Turning awkwardly to face him.) <What? Hey, c'mon,
Mousse, I thought we were over this... y'know nothing ever happened
'tween us!>
Mousse :(enraged) How can I believe you? Your very actions
betray your words!
(Ranma glances down. Shampoo's locked on to him, arms wrapped
around his neck, head resting and rubbing against his chest,
smiling blissfully.)
Ranma :(Frowning) <Don't you think you're taking this joke a
bit far?> (He breaks free from her grip and lightly shoves her
towards Mousse, ignoring the look of shock and anger that flares
through her eyes.) <See Mousse? There's nothing...>
(Before he can finish, his instincts scream at him: Danger!
He spins and quickly catches an incoming attack. A cute girl he's
never seen before, looking furious but, oddly enough, crying, just
tried to slap him.)
Ranma :Hey! What was that for?!
Akane :You... you... you JERK! How... how could you?
(She tears her hand free from his grip and breaks away from
the group, sobbing.)
(Wondering what's going on, and what he did to hurt this girl,
he takes a step towards her - but stops as two strange men block
his path, one with a wooden sword, the other with... an umbrella?
Something in their eyes make him a bit nervous.)
Ryoga :How _dare_ you treat Akane like that, Ranma!
Kuno :Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st Akane must be?
Father and mother is man and wife, man and wife is one
flesh, and so, as Akane is to be mine bride,
'Tis me from myself thy cruel act hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast enraged.
You shall pay for thy villainy, Saotome!
(Silence.)
Ranma :Do I know you?
(Kuno steps forward with a savage thrust. Ranma, surprised,
narrowly dodges the attack, the blade skimming along his chest,
tearing a gash in his shirt. He hops to one side, away from his
assailant, then ducks as an umbrella skims over his head.)
Ranma :Hey! Waitasec...
(He begins to step back, but far too slowly... Ryoga follows
up with a wicked punch, slamming his fist into Ranma's face. The
impact sends him flying back a dozen feet. Ryoga stands, shocked,
looking at his own hand.)
Ryoga :I... hit him?
(Ranma flips over and struggles to his feet. He feels his
nose... almost broken... and his hand comes away, wet and red with
blood. Pain stabs through his mind but he shoves it to one side.)
Ranma :(growling) You bastard... you'll pay for that!
(Ranma springs forward with a punch... and misses, as Ryoga
dodges. He smoothly avoids and blocks Ranma's swings and kicks,
confused - and amused - by their lack of speed.)
(Ryoga's retreat, however, is halted as a giant spatula slams
into the back of his head, momentarily stunning him.)
Ukyou :Hey, leave him alone! I need him in one piece to answer
my questions!
(Ranma doesn't notice the assistance and steps in.)
Ranma :Gotcha!
(He throws all his weight into a massive uppercut. His fist
speeds upwards and slams into Ryoga's chin. Bones crack - his own.
Ranma :Ouch. (Pain throbs through his hand - it feels like he
just punched a rock.)
Ryoga :(Wiping the back of one hand across his chin, smiling
slightly.) Heh. Pathetic.
(A fist fills Ranma's vision. The world tilts to one side.
A wooden sword smashes into his back. He staggers forward. Chains
wraps around his leg. The ground rushes up to meet him. A short
withered perverted old man bounces off his skull. Pain erupts
through his whole being - but is blissfully chased away by utter
darkness.)
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(The Tendo Dojo. The bedroom of the Saotome's. A futon. A
battered body lying on it. It groans, twitches a couple of times,
then weakly sits up, clutching his head with both hands.)
(A moment later, Akane rushes to his side, kneeling next to
the futon, eyes wide with concern.)
Ranma :(Muttering) What happened?
Akane :Are you... are you ok?
(Ranma jumps, noticing her for the first time. He glances
around the room, not recognising any of it, then looks back at the
strange girl from earlier today staring at him.)
Ranma :No, no I'm not! What the hell am I doing here?
Akane :(Getting a bit upset) Well I couldn't just leave you
lying in the street! I brought you home!
Ranma :Oh. (He starts to stand, then sinks back to the floor,
interesting spots flaring up before his eyes.) I think I'll sit a
bit longer...
Akane :(As he was trying to stand.) I think you should sit a
bit longer... (She blushes, then stares at Ranma in surprise.)
You're not just going to get up and go?
Ranma :(Smiles wryly) Only if you don't mind... I'm still
feeling a bit weak.
Akane :Ah... ah, no, no, I don't mind... not at all!
Ranma :(Smiling) Thanks! (He sits back a bit more
comfortably.) And... ah, thanks. For watching over me while I was
down.
Akane :Su... sure. I was glad too. (Ranma smiles at her.
Confused, she smiles back.) Are you sure you're ok?
Ranma :Oh, I'll be fine. I think. (He begins to scan his
body, looking for wounds.) And, ah, I'm sorry I hurt you earlier
today. (Examining a particularly nasty bruise on his chest, he
completely fails to notice the shock on Akane's face.) But,
ummm... well, I hate to bother you, but... could you get me
something to drink? A little water, maybe?
Akane :(Still in shock) Sure... I'll, I'll get some right
away! (She springs to her feet and runs out the door, but pauses
at the threshold, looking back at him with a curious smile.) You
know what, Ranma? You're acting awfully weird today! (She walks
off.)
Ranma :Huh? (Thinking) What a strange girl... cute, though!
(A few moments pass, and with a sigh he leans back down on the
futon. A moment later he sits back up, reaches beneath the pillow.
He pulls out a large book.)
Ranma :(Reading) The diary of Ranma Saotome. (He looks up.)
The diary of... What the hell? What's going on here? (He suddenly
hears heavy steps approaching and shoves the diary back beneath his
pillow. A large man steps through the doorway - Genma.)
Genma :I hope you have a good explanation for this, son!
Ranma :(Surprised) Pop? Hey, what're you doing here?
Genma :(Angrily) Why am I here? _Why am I here_? To find out
if my son has an explanation for the disgrace he brings upon the
Saotome name!!!
Ranma :What? Disgrace? What the heck are ya talking about?
Genma :Your fight today, boy! You were a disgrace to the
Saotome name! Defeated so easily... it was pathetic! Even Akane
was ashamed, dragging your worthless carcass home like that!
Ranma :What? Hey! There was, like, four of them and one of
me! They took me by surprise!
Genma :(Outraged) WHAT? Excuses? The least you could do is
accept your failure like a man! (Behind him, Akane walks into the
room carrying a large glass of water. Before she can say anything,
Genma grabs the glass and hurls it at Ranma.) You sound like a
_girl_, Ranma! (The glass bounces off of Ranma's head, spilling
its contents over him. Genma spins and furiously stalks out of the
room.)
Ranma :(Pissed off) What the hell was his...
... problem...?
(His speech slows and finally sputters out as he becomes aware
of a tingling sensation spreading through his body... an awareness
of... wrongness... with his body.)
(With a deep feeling of dread and trepidation, he slowly looks
down at himself... at catches sight of her voluptuous breasts,
rising and falling with each shuddering breath.)
(She looks up with uncomprehending eyes at the girl standing
across the room.)
Akane :(Walking towards her, worried.) Ranma? What's wrong?
Ranma :I'm... I'm...
Akane :(Looking down at her in concern.) Ranma? It's
alright... you don't have to be ashamed 'cus you lost to Ryoga...
Ranma :Wha... Wha...
Akane :(Kneeling next to her.) Ranma?
Ranma :(Grabbing her fiercely by the shoulders, screaming)
I'VE JUST BEEN TURNED INTO A GIRL!!!
Akane :Hey! Let go of me!
Ranma :(His grip tightening) WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Akane :(Getting upset.) Ouch! Ranma! Let go!
Ranma :WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?
Akane :I SAID LET GO! (She slaps Ranma across the face,
sending her sprawling.) You pervert!
(With a huff she stands up and stomps out of the room.)
(Behind her, Ranma struggles to her feet, clutching her head
again.)
Ranma :What... what's going on? What... what's happening to
me? (She half-staggers, half-runs around the room in tight little
circles.) AARRGHHH! WHAT'S GOING ON? Where _am_ I? Who _is_
she? (She stops before a mirror in the room, staring at it in
confusion. She hesitantly reaches out and touches it, the red-
haired reflection mimicking her movement.) Who is _she_? (She
slowly slumps to the ground, wrapping her arms around her legs,
leaning back against the wall with a dull thud. A moment later she
stretches out again, the pressure of her legs on her chest making
her uncomfortably aware of her breasts.) This can't be happening
to me!
(She finally takes a deep breath.) I gotta get a hold of
myself. There's gotta be an explanation for this... (She thinks
for a moment.) Of course!
(She leaps to her feet and runs to the futon, throwing the
pillow across the room and grabbing the diary. Sitting down on the
futon she hurriedly opens the book and flips through till she
reaches the latest entry. She begins reading: )
Diary :Today, while trying to get away from the usual chaos, I
stumbled across this strange little shop. It was run by this old
man called Damax Cheineux. He felt like talking; I told him about
how nuts my life was. After about an hour (and once the coast was
clear!) I left. What a strange old man...
(Ranma looks up from the book, a curious look on her face, the
faintest hint of a smile beginning to appear.)
Ranma :(thinking) That old man... could he have had something
to do about this? Did he... grant my wish or something? (He
frowns) Then why the hell am I a girl?
(She flips back through the book to a random page and begins
reading.)
(A few minutes pass.)
(Then a few more.)
(She quickly flips forwards through the book, reads a bit,
then flips back to an earlier point.)
(Another minute passes.)
(Then Ranma looks up, her face contorted with fury.)
Ranma :Jusenkyou? Jusenkyou? The old man took me to
Jusenkyou? I'LL KILL HIM!
*** To be continued... ***
AUTHOR'S BABBLE:
Alrighty...
So, why write 'An Exciting Life'? I'm sure you're dying to
know; thanks for asking!
Actually, I never intended to write this story. But after
posting the first three chapters of 'A Normal Life' a coupla months
ago, I got some interesting feedback - it seemed that some people
wanted to know how the Ranma who switched places with our Ranma
would deal with the wonderfully chaotic universe that Takahashi had
created. I thought about it a bit, got some interesting ideas,
stole some from Dave Harper (with his permission!), and started to
write 'An Exciting Life'.
I hope to post each chapter of both stories simultaneously, as
each story continues to run parallel to the other. Then they'll
overlap at one point ('An Excitingly Normal Life'? 'A Normally
Exciting Life'?), then conclude. I had originally intended to keep
'A Normal Life' quite short, but it seems that, combined with its
sibling, it may be quite long after all. Oh well.
Oh, and Kuno's little speech was a mutilated compilation from
two Shakespearean sources: Hamlet and Sonnet 133. I can't write
any poetry of my own, so I just steal it.
And there you have it.
Later!
- Mike Noakes
s669330@aix2.uottawa.ca