Subject: Re: [FFML] [Ranma][Challenge]
From: Jason Liao
Date: 11/12/1998, 2:08 AM
To: Greg Phillips
CC: ffml@fanfic.com

IMHO.  The problem with something like this is that it leaves too much
already decided.  My ending would have to be short and simple.

With that, Mousse launched into a flurry of kicks and punches, far too
many for Shampoo to even attempt to block.  Nearly every one connected,
each with power that Shampoo never thought Mousse capable of mustering.
The last hit sent Shampoo flying into the wall.

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Meanwhile, in his hellish dominion, Satan cursed.  The damned were weaping
in unrestrained joy, and his fearsome horde of daemons wouldn't respond to
his commands.  Instead, they had both independantly formed opposing lines,
and began a completely unstructured and uncoordinated battle.  Battle? 
No, more like a raging mob.

"Those $#@% &*@# @$#@$%#@$#!  First snowball fight, and they won't let me
join!"  he muttered, as he shook his fist at the Above.

fini

And THAT'S how likely I think that Mousse would beat Shampoo like this.


-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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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...