Subject: Stupid Crossover
From: Richard Lawson
Date: 11/28/1996, 6:37 PM
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Well, I've seen so many ideas for stupid crossovers (my favorite was the
mouse one) I thought I'd throw this out there.

It's really stupid.  And very obscure.  Very, very obscure.  It involves
one of my favorite comic book characters of all time.  Why I like him so
much, I don't know.  He's not particularly likeable.

Oh, and I'm not going to go anywhere with this.  I got too many other
projects to work on.  :)

Do with this as you will.

-- -Richard sterman@sprynet.com -------------------------------------------------- All my fanfics can be found at: http://home.sprynet.com/sprynet/sterman/fanfic.htm -------------------------------------------------- "Well? What are you waiting for? Do it." I hold my face in my hands. Don't want to wear it. Don't deserve to. The blue man speaks my name. There is sympathy in his eyes, something I have never seen before. Did he learn from Ms. Juspeczyk? Bad timing. Stupid. Sentimental. I have to die and we both know it. "Do it!" Tears in eyes. Can't compromise, even in face of armageddon. Damn me. God isn't here to do it, but the next best thing to God does. I feel my atoms flying apart. It is a relief. They come back together. I am standing in an alley, looking out into a street. It is warm, so much warmer than Antarctica. Still chilled. I look around, frankly disappointed. The blue man had blinked. He had let me live. Now, I have no choice. Must tell people. Even if it kills them. I hear shouts. Two boys, teenagers, fighting, in street. One turns and shouts at the other. I don't understand. Speaking in language I don't know. Asian, Japanese I think. Must have been teleported to Japan. One boy throws punch. Other boy jumps away; punch shatters stone wall where he had been standing. This surprises me. Very strong. May be on drugs, maybe steroids, maybe KT-28. Other boy attacks. Fast. Fists flying faster than I can see. Impossibly fast. Boy is forced back by attack. Finally, attacking boy kicks other boy. Boy goes flying. Very high. Hundred feet, more. Fades into distance. Impossible. Where am I? Laws of physics don't apply. Or at least rules are different. People are impossibly strong and fast. I frown. I was strong, fast. Not strong enough or fast enough at the very end, but still better than usual scum. Chunk from shattered wall at my feet. I pick it up, squeeze. With surprisingly little effort, I turn it to dust. Hurm. Not Earth. At least, not Earth I knew. Blue man didn't kill me. Just sent me somewhere where I couldn't tell anyone. At least, anyone who would care. Feel strangely liberated. Weight of knowledge, responsibility lifted. The world I had been on can continue its way to new millenium. Or oblivion. No longer my concern. Now have new concern. Was sent here for reason. Can make difference. People must still be punished. Are they people? Look human, anyway. Probably no different underneath, all soft. They need my strength. Still holding my face. I look at it, the ever-shifting black patterns in the white cloth. Patterns always changing. New pattern, now. New purpose. New life. Put face on. Feel at peace. Two boys, guilty of assault and battery. Vandalism. Property damage. Must be punished, turned in to authorities. Girl's voice shouts, "Ranma!" Remaining boy turns and runs. I step out of alley, looking as boy joins girl. Together, they enter gate. Priorities. Hat gone, lost in Antarctica. In other world. Need new hat. Need new place to live. Must learn Japanese. All trivial problems. Easily accomplished. Even if Japanese language takes some time, I speak language everyone understands. Soon, I will come back to deal with Ranma. I walk down the street, into new world. I am here, reborn. Rorschach lives.