Jeremy S. Lopett did so eloquently put:

everyone's arguing over these damn things, when they shouldn't even be
considered as Ranma.  if you want to write stupid preverted stuff, then
make up your own damn characters, and leave the ranma ones alone.  If your
one of those preverts who likes to get off by reading these, then go buy
something form softcel/advision.

There's the bell.  Guess school is in.

This kind of blatent remark really annoys me.  First off, nothing that gets
written, from Richard Lawson's 'Thy Inward Love' to Marisa Price's 'Lesson
in Love' to Doughboy's 'Real Man' to John Walter Biles' 'Lemon Sherbert' has
any effect on Ranma what so ever.  Contrary to what most authors think,
Rumiko Takahashi is not lurking on the list, thinking to herself 'Wow.  This
would make a really good Ranma plotline.'  She has better things to do.
Second, what gives you the right to declare an _IDEA_ stupid?  I do not
remember God's name being Jeremy S Lopett.  Sit down, and next question
please.  As for being one of those 'preverts' (sic) that likes to 'get off'
by reading lemons, I admit to enjoying some erotic Ranma stories.  Some of
them I find to be over the top.  Guess what I do with those?  I don't read
them!!  Some, like 'Real Man', I find offensive, some just don't appeal to
me.  Well, different strokes for different folks.  That's really all I'm
going to say about that.

By the way, Jeremy.  In the future, when you go trawling for flames, please
use a spell-checker.  It is the polite thing to do.

You are dismissed.

J. D. Farber
Firm believer in the Ryoga/Ukyo match
Owner of Ryoga's Travel Agency
Member of the Order of the Cold Shower
Member OLA (Weapon: Scottish Claymore)  #%SHING%# #%SHING%#
Right hand of Sailor Jupiter
Fianna Kinfolk
X-Tatic Mage

BRRRATATATATATATATATATATAT
The gunfire blazed across the smoking ruins of the neighborhood.
*KABOOM*
The grenade that had been tossed earlier finally went off.
The soldier waded through the wreckage, looking for the enemy.
Suddenly, it emerged.  Pale as death, it shambled towards her.
She pulled out her knife and charged at the enemy.
"DIEEEEE!" she screamed, and plunged the knife into the body.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And finally, the gigantic fish collapsed in a heap.
"Ha.  That oughta make for a good dinner," said Kasumi, wiping the blood 
from her hands and unto her apron.
"Now to get that salad," she said, and readied her gun.  She knew she had to
be careful with the salads.  Salads were mean, especially when armed with
crutons.

	-Nerima by Night, by RpM