Don't ask where I got this, just don't ask. You don't want to know, trust me.
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With shaking fingers, the 26-year-old slightly balding
overweight programmer brought his instrument closer to his target.
Making a slight alteration, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting back,
he stretched his sore back and cracked his neck. He put the model back
on the shelf and proceeded to wash out his brush. He took a few moments
to admire the handiwork on his most recently completed Warhammer 40,000
model.
"One model down," he said. He turned back to his large
collection of figurines, and groaned. "And way too many to go."
Adam jumped out of his skin as a loud knock came from the
entrance to his basement suite. "Damn, that always freaks me out, even
when I'm expecting someone." Which he wasn't. Going to the door he
looked through the closed Venetian blinds. Outside was a Japanese girl
a couple of years younger than he was with short brown hair wearing some
kind of blue and gray uniform with an X emblem on the right breast. The
girl looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't place her. Curious, he
opened the door.
"Hell-" He was forced back as a young Japanese stepped into the
room. She glanced around and sniffed at the disorderly array of junk
strewn about the tiny basement. Giving Adam a steely glare, she walked
over to the secondhand sofa and sat down.
"Just who the hell do think you are?" he asked the young woman.
"I'm waiting for my sisters," she responded.
Adam walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "Well
you can wait outside, or you can wait for the police."
She glared at him defiantly. I'm not going anywhere!"
"Well if you're going to be that way about it..."
He didn't even manage to hit the nine button before the young
woman jumped to her feet and lashed out with a fist. Adam fell back
into his computer chair, stunned. Picking up the phone, she broke the
thing in half. Adam was just recovering when another taller Japanese
woman with long brown hair entered his suite, followed by a shorter
Japanese girl with long black hair tied into a tight pig tail. The
first girl was covered it is strange purple and green organic suit that
pulsed and throbbed in time with her heart beat. The second girl wore a
set of golden body armor and was surrounded by a shimmering blue force
field.
"Good! I didn't have to wait too long," said the first girl in
the blue and gray uniform.
Adam stared up at the three women in amazement. "I know who you
are! You're Akane, Nabiki, and Kasumi from my fanfic 'One War, Three
Sisters.' What are you doing here?" Adam massaged his jaw where Nabiki
had hit him. "And why did you hit me?"
"I'll let you start off sis," Nabiki said motioning to Akane.
"First, you had Ranma marry my sister. And second, you turned
me into some mindless, mutated killing machine!" cried Akane.
"As for me," said Nabiki, "you made me marry Ranma, and force
you to live without awful Saotome family."
"And finally," said Kasumi, "you put me in stasis for five
years, and when I woke up I was wearing this reject from a Value Village
sale! On top of that, you've fried my brain, and Akane's!"
The three women were slowly closing in on the hapless
programmer. Their bodies began to glow as the chi built up to critical
levels.
Oh great, Adam thought. The Revengefic! Have to think fast...!
"Ladies, ladies, ladies! There's no need to be angry! I've
given each if you cool gifts. Akane, I can count on one hand the number
of times it looked like you really cared for Ranma, so I thought you
might be happier without him. Also, I've now made you a martial artist
equal to that of Ranma. Nabiki, you with the only one who looked
interested in Ranma when he first arrived. Not only that, I had you
graduate from the 'peanut gallery' role that you had in the original
Ranma series into full-fledged character. AND I need you a major, a
higher rank and Ranma. As for you Kasumi, I did the same thing for you
that I did for Nabiki. I gave you power, prestige, and an actual role
in the story. I don't really see why any of you should have a reason to
complain about anything!"
The three women stopped advancing and stopped glowing. They
look at each other thoughtfully and began nodding.
"You know, he has a point," said Kasumi.
"I have to admit," said Nabiki, "I like being able to give Ranma
orders."
"You did that before this story," said Akane. "He's right
though. It's nice to have Ranma actually work in our sparring
sessions."
The three sisters turned and began walking out of the basement
suite.
"Maybe we were too hasty talking to Gosunkugi," said Nabiki.
"Hey wait a minute! What does he have to do with this?" asked
Adam.
Nabiki turned back to him and gave him a sly smile. "We ask Gos
to write something up for us."
"But he's a photographer, not a writer."
"We know." Nabiki tossed a bunch of papers onto the sofa. "He
wrote this and posted on the Internet. From what I understand it's very
popular." Nabiki turned in left, closing the door behind your
Adam picked up the papers and read the title.
'A Tale of Two Adams'. 'A fanfic by Gosunkugi'. Adam felt his
blood chill to the consistency of ice. Turning to the next page he read
the first line.
It was a dark and stormy night...
Adam's screams of horror could be heard throughout the night.
End
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