Jason:

I don't usually post to the group beyond fictional items, but I
think I'll rant a little here. I hope it's organized. ^_^;

Ah, a fine rant, sir.  It was a veritable beacon, lighting the way towards
a finer understanding of this topic.

It was written by the immortal Twoflower.  What did you expect? ;)

Now, who's this Pratchett guy?

Hm, don't know about Pratchett; I've always admired Weis and Hickman, and
Robert Jordan.  I also look up to Doenime/Loader, Perry, Lawson, Gagne,
Biles, RpM, and a host of other great fanfic writers.  Maybe it's just
because they, unlike me, can actually *finish* a story; I dunno. ;)

Rain Song
http://www.serve.com/guilds/ranma/
guilds@mail.serve.com

open hk.sig

    He shook his head.  No, natural disasters were all too destructive for
this vague feeling to represent.  
    An assassin!
    Yes, that had to be it.  What else would give a feeling like this?  He
was about to get a knife in the back.  It was so obvious it hurt.  No,
wait, that wasn't what hurt.  Someone was pinching his neck.
    "Hey," he stated irritatedly, coming out of his daze and looking up.
"Oh...er, hiya, Ukyou-chan."   
			 			-from Mirror Images, chapter 3
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