On Mon, 8 Jun 1998 Sean522@aol.com wrote:

In a message dated 98-06-08 20:38:29 EDT, fenrirwolf@geocities.com writes:

or perhaps Minmei... REBA WEST!!! (everyone but me cringes
in terror as she picks up her microphone and sings the classic Robotech
theme We Will Win!). 

I'm not cringing... But only because it's "We Will Win."  Otherwise, I'd be
cringing along with the rest of the world.

/o~ Stage Fright!  Go 'way... ~o/

*WHAM*

The difficulty with this idea is that there are enough 'Ranma gets
challenged-beats challenger' fics to go around, and fitting something like
this that would be plausable would be a little difficult.  The only idea
that I might have as a background is this.  On that fateful trip...

"Pop!  What happened to you?"

*THWACK* *Splash!*

"Ah, sir!  You have just fallen into the CarlMaceknichuan, tragic story of
man I drown yesterday. Now, whoever falls into pool takes on form of
random dubbed character..." 

*** XXX ***

Ryouga stared in disbelief as a black and white blur zoomed past him,
kicking up huge billowing dust clouds.  Turning torwards the valley of
springs, he saw a rather brainless girl chasing after it.

"Come on, Mr. 'Pop'.  I didn't mean to knock you into that spring.  We can
still be friends, right?  Hmmm...How do I make up?  I know!  I'll sing you
another song!"

/o~ My boyfriend's a Pilot... ~o/

[I'm sorry son!  I truly am!  I'll do anything, but please stop
singing...]

"ARRRGGGHHH!"  I have to escape!  But where?  I know. I'll jump into that
spring over there, and hope that it muffles the noise.

*Splash!*



On a last note, I once saw a Chinese movie where the emperess used a
stringed intrument played by hand.  When certain chords were played,
needles were fire forth from the instrument.  In Chinese, the instrument
is called pi pa.

Didn't Madoka use a pick on someone?  Not entirely sure...

-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...