On Sat, 6 Jun 1998, Brendan wrote:

On Sat, 6 Jun 1998, Jason Liao <jasonl@hun.k12.nj.us> wrote:

An afterthought.  Sun Wu'Kong, from the old story Journey West fits your
qualifications perfectly.  He can 'clone' himself temporarily by spitting
a hair and commanding it to change.  He's immortal, since he crossed his
name off the book of the dead.  He's impervious to weapons, ever since he
raided the medicine cabinet of heaven.  He can fly on a cloud, change his
size, walk through walls...  I'm probably missing a lot of stuff.

	You forgot that he's a shapechanger who mastered the 80 
transformations of earth and can change himself into almost anything.  When 

No, earth magic is his 'school' taught to him by his fairy master(no, not
that kind of fairy...) when given the choice between the heaven schools
and the earth schools. The number of forms he takes is unlimited. 

Fighting style is with a staff that's supposed to weigh something like a
couple thousand kilos, or something like that (I'm not too sure of the
Chinese unit-Metric unit conversion rate).  Fighting in the sky is his
specialty, though he has also fought underwater.

	The actual weight of his metal pole was never defined, it's just so 
heavy that it can instantly kill almost anything it hits.  Plus it changes 
sise as he wills, shrinking to the sise of a nedle so he can store it in 
his ear, and at full extension it is a couple miles around and long enough 
to reach heaven from the earth.

Yes it is.  When he is testing the weapons that his local sea god gives
him, they list all of the weights.  "Here, this polearm is X weight! 
Here, this bonbori is Y weight!"  At the end, when he tries for the
heavenly iron, the king complains that the thing weighs Z, where Z is a
really big number.  If you were reading a translation, it's likely that
the people didn't know how to convert the weights, and thus merely
excluded them. 

BTW:  Anyone know how long an ancient 'li' is compared to any modernly
used measure of length today?

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
-------
The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...