AJ Andreason wrote:

Well, then. Let's get the party started.

Can't. Dangerously low on alcohol. It's over two hours till the
stores open and we're down to one case.
 

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any assosiated thingies I'm sure
you've heard so many time you could recite them gaged in a drug-induced

gagged

Chapter I: Midget of Destruction

The utter absurdity of this title was without a doubt the largest
reason I read this. Congrats.
 

Anyway, the point is, there could be times when nothing happens. But who the
heck cares? Who wants to hear about the days where the most exciting thing
happening is a sudden rainfall?

Me!
 

Needless to say, today was not going to be one of those days. It was late;

Bit of tense confusion with the today coupled with past imperfect
tense. 
 

 Perhaps he was thinking deep thoughts about life. Maybe he was wondering
about the meaning of his existence, why he had to put up with so much of the
crap he did. Maybe he was worrying about Akane, or perhaps his mother.

There was a clatter as five dice rolled out over the tiles. Ranma swore.

"A two, a three, a one, and two fives," he muttered crossly, scribbling the
total on a small piece of paper. "I'll never beat Nabiki's score at this
rate."

Then again...

anything goes school of cheating at gambling
 

Later on, looking back at that moment, he should have realized that
something big was up when it landed on a nine.

This was the hook that worked for me. Worked well.
 

"That's MISTER Weird to you, son," a deep voice replied.

<snip>

"Good day to you," the VERY little man cut in in a voice like a bass drum,
"and though it looks like you've heard of me, allow me to introduce myself.
The names Who W. Weird. Mr. Weird to you. Or did I already say that?"

hehehe

"No matter, no matter. Yes, we must get to business right away. I'm here for
a reason, you know." He paused, as if trying to remember what the reason
was. His eyes lit up, and he leapt high into the air--or at least as high as
anyone his height could leap.

Given someone his height is impossible for all kinds of reasons,
I'd rather something more tangible in descriptions. Like "twice
his hieght. Or a foot."
   

Later that night, Nabiki frowned down on a little tally sheet, tapping her
lip absently with a finger. She blinked, and then looked more closely at it.

"Wait a second! Just how do you get a score of 33 with only five six-sided
dice?"

Cheat

The next day dawned bright and early--which was a good thing, seeing as any
day in the summer that dawned dark and late would have astrologers and
doomsayers whipped into foam-mouthed hysterics. Not to mention the havoc
it'd cause on the solar-powered car race scheduled that afternoon.

And in Necomi tech the curses were great.
 

"A funny feeling?" Nabiki said, appearing so suddenly beside Ranma that he
nearly shot through the roof. "What kind of funny feeling?" Her eyes
narrowed. "An Impending Doom kind of feeling? A
Massive-Property-Damage-Is-Eminent kind of feeling?"

I thought that feeling was waking up in Nerima?
 

There was a short pause while Genma, reacting to his own natural instincts,
fled the room and did a dive into the koi pond and stayed there.

Genma, not half the fool he appears.
 

"Not bad, girl," Mr. Weird's unsteady voice came from inside the floor,
somewhere beneath a huge mallet, "but you need just a bit of a twist when
you hit the target. Gives it a nice turning impact. But you're young and
stupid; it'll come, some day."

I love that guy
 

Ryoga, Mousse, Kuno, Ryu Kumon, Lime, Mint, Happosai and even Azusa
Shinamori were all staring at the pig-tailed martial artist in surprise.

Shiratori
 

Several long, hectic, exhausting and otherwise painful hours later, Ranma

exhausting, 

That was very interesting. Closer to the original flavorof Ranma,
brutal and frivulous, than much of what I've read recently. I
hope you loose your mind much in the near future.
 

Later,
AJ Andreason

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