KanRi Productions Presents...


                        What's a dream?


	The girl smiles at me, in a warm and loving way. I wonder if she even
knows that someone is upset about her. That someone is being torn apart
because of her. But this pondering is short lived.

	In an instant a look of fear and panic spreads across the girl's face
as her chest rips open from the inside and blood sprays all over. The girl
slumps to the fiery ground, blood soaking her dress, and drooling from her
mouth. From the flames a figure, another girl, slowly takes form. And with
her, a cold and evil laughter, as if she was mocking me.


                        What's a reality?


        "Come clean, imouto. This war is really about vengeance, isn't it?"

	"Yes well, it's not my fault the council wanted to get the KCF back for
killing Cologne--"

	"That's not who I meant." Nabiki sharply cut Akane off and looked her
straight in the eye. "You want to get revenge for them killing Ranma. And
since the amazons claimed him as their property, they're backing you up.
This whole thing about honoring the last matriarch is just bullshit. YOU'RE
the Matriarch now and they're happy to finally have new blood. You're all
just hiding behind politics."


                        What lurks in the shadows?


	Somewhere, out there, in a place that no man can willingly find,
a man surrounded by shadows sits on a large stone throne. Draped in dark
robes that hide all his features, he sits there, staring at the floor below
him, as if he is asleep. And in the shadows around him, the constant noises
of bat-like creatures are heard. Loud enough to hear clearly, yet soft enough
to hear others. The room has the feeling of a vast open space, of ceilings
that are hundreds of feet high, and a floor extending as far as the eye can
see. Yet none of this can be proven, due to the great darkness all around.


                        And what dangers are right in front of us?


        Suddenly the exit door just 3 flights below them exploded inward. They
just ducked as some chunks of concrete and steel flew up near where they
were. Seth grabbed his shotgun, cocked it, and swung it into a safe firing
position in one fluid motion.

	"Holy Fuck! Now what's going on?!" he growled through his teeth and
watched the dust down there clear. 


                        Coming this late summer/early fall


                        RPML-2025 Episode Three
                        Phantasmagoria & Carnival


                        What will you find when the shit hits the fan?





---Petes
ICQ: 24009357 / IM: Seth Kunn
Founder & Leader of the SCG, KTG & DotEG
And member of USURP, KTF, SSoAGMA, FoTGTSBRiC & #WASHU#
Almost a member of UGMA!!!
Visit the RPML-2025 page at:
http://members.spree.com/sip/petes88/rpml2025main.html
Visit the KanRi Productions page at:
http://members.spree.com/sip/petes88/KP.html
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