Video Game Addicted Person wrote:
What next, super-dirty lemon?
Wai! Super-deformed lemons!
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Ranma crept through the night, hunting his prey. One might call his
behavior animalistic, but animals did not kill just for the joy of
killing. Most killed to defend themselves against perceived aggressors,
or for food. Even kittens will drag freshy dead trophies to their
masters to gain appreciation, though their efforts might not always gain
the reward they expect.
How long had it been since Ranma had any other purpose in life save to
kill? He was no longer cognizant enough to know or care. Akane had had
great fortune to realize this in time; if she had waited one more second
before throwing Ranma into this alternate reality, she would now be no
more than a puddle of gore. She still sometimes thought that might have
been a better fate than knowing she had effectively killed her true
love.
Not that she never saw Ranma again. He now inhabited the dream land,
and haunted the nightmares of those who once loved him. Ironically,
that only served to drive them together. Despite appearances they tried
to keep up in reality, in this land, their hearts were exposed to all.
"SHAMP-CHAAAN!"
"UKYO-SAMA!"
"Oooh, Akane..."
"Don't stop, Kodachi, whatever you do don't stooop..."
It might have been erotic, but the avatars Ranma saw were influenced by
his own perceptions. As his mind drifted further and further from
human, so too did the sights and sounds. Now, he only saw four
super-deformed figures bouncing on a bed of lemon, each one squirting
lemon juice from the corners to create artwork of surreal beauty. The
figures' attentions were on each other, but the actions the dreamers
perceived were impossible for Ranma to behold, for the avatars in his
perception lacked certain pieces of anatomy. He could only assume they
were enjoying the art.
Nodding to himself that all was right with the world, and set off again
to rend the spirits that would otherwise spook his loves. He would be
the only one to see these foul creatures die the horrible death they
deserved. Briefly, a dying spark of humanity swore that it was just to
protect them, but his carnal nature knew better. He would become that
which scared them all, causing pain unbounded by physical constraints
such as the limits of flesh or consciousness...save for the fact that
the dreamland itself devoured any spirits without enough mind to hold
themselves together. Ranma never did figure out why he kept getting
weaker.