<I don't know what you intended for this fic to improve... but this is a
crock of 
shit to me.  Bad enough we still have racism in these parts, but making a

mockery of race worse enough.>

Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma 1/2 and all its characters.  Poor people make

poor targets for legal lawsuits.

Doomed
Spamfic

    Ranma was doomed.
    "What do you mean it can't be reversed?!" he had all but shouted at
the 
Jusenkyou Guide last week as the portly man was studiously examining him.
    "No cure, Honored Sir.  Curse like this strong.  Mix with no curse
boy, 
become no cure boy.  Happen before."  He made sucking sounds with his
tongue 
and two front teeth and he pored over the near-hysterical teenager.
    Sighing, Saotome Ranma scrubbed himself clean in the hotel bath,
ignoring 
the looks he received from a few of the other guests.  The curse was
bleeding 
over to his normal body, and that was beginning to annoy him.  A lot.
    He was definitely not looking forward to going home to Japan.  He was

going to be treated as a freak, an outcast, a pariah.  And it was all
oyaji's 
fault for dragging him off to some damnedable place -- hell, some
damnedable 
country -- where he couldn't speak the language of the natives!  What
kind of 
boneheaded idiot did that sort of thing anyway?  And he only turned into
a 
panda bear for his troubles.  That would have been easier to deal with
that 
his curse.  And speaking of which, once he got slapped in the face with
his 
curse, was his father upset, concerned for his son's own safety and well 
being of his only son?  Nooo... once he got a good look at him, he
whooped 
for joy, bouncing around the room like some demented rubber ball,
shouting 
something about fulfilling promises.

<UH HUH.  And what freakish curse may that be?>

    Maybe it was all just a bad dream.
    =PINCH=
    "Ow!" he cried as he gave his cheek one good twist.  Looking at
himself, 
he dourly noted nothing had changed.  Or he was an especially deep
sleeper.  
Quickly he snared his other cheek between his fingers and squeezed really

hard.
    "I'm in hell..." he grumbled in dismay as everything remained the
same, 
save for a darkening buise on his cheek.

* * * * *
    Ranma was doomed.
    His father had dragged him all the way from China to Japan, just to
get 
him engaged to one of his friend's daughters!  There were bigger concerns

than some dumb marriage!  The curse had completely bled into his normal
body. 
 The only real perk is he did not experience the disorientation of
changing; 
however, he was half normal, half cursed. 
    All freak.

<Again leading further to the climax, this part will really hurt you.>

    He was positive the man's three daughters thought so, too.  The way
their 
eyes stared at him ever since he walked through their front door, the 
intimidated look the youngest girl had gotten in her eyes when they
sparred, 
and the shock when she accidentally walked in on him just as he got out
of 
the bath tub stark naked.  It was so plain to see, particularly once the 
story of Jusenkyou was explained.  They tried to play it off as if it was
no 
problem, but he knew they secretly feared him, thought him a weirdo. 
They 
did not need to get into a mock contest of who was going to marry him to 
soothe his ego; he knew what he was, but he certainly did not accept it
at 
all.  
    He intended on finding a cure for his curse, and soon.

<Okay.... now this is kind of driving a point due to Japanese racism, but
still
  nevertheless, you are wrong in most parts.>

* * * * *
    Ranma was doomed.
    Fourteen -- count it -- fourteen girls at school had invited him over

their homes in three days!  Not only that, two female teachers not of any
of 
his classes had asked if he would like personal tutoring at their
apartments, 
as if being an outcast meant he was also stupid!  Plus the Tendos were 
getting unusually protective of their resident freak; Akane and Nabiki
both 
claimed they were engaged to him!
    He really wished the females would stop putting on an act.  Why
couldn't 
they admit they were disgusted with him and let it be?  He could take it,

really.
    Of course, he had been attacked by several boys throughout the course
of 
the day, including that damned annoying Blue Dumber, or whatever the hell
he 
called himself.  Some of his attackers kept saying something about their 
girlfriends running when he was around.  Like he could help being a
monster!  
He didn't have a choice!  If he could wish away the curse, he would in a 
heartbeat!  But in the meanwhile, he had to keep knocking the boys into 
unconsciousness, some more forcefully than others.
    However, every time he got into a fight and won, any girls nearby
would 
coddle and coo over him like a bunch of mother hens, and it was really 
pissing him off.  After the umpteenth fight and coddle, he could not take
the 
phony attention anymore and vaulted over the school gates, running in a 
random direction away from the school as fast as his legs would take him.
    Eventually, he collapsed onto soft green grass down by a slow-moving 
riverbed.  Tiredly, he examined the face that did and did not belong to
him.  
The hair, the skin, the height, the... well, _that_ there -- it did not 
belong to him.  He was Saotome Ranma, but that was not Saotome Ranma
looking 
back at him!  He wanted to weep, but could not.
    "Why me?" he questioned the not-Ranma in the river.  "Why did I have
to 
get this damned curse?  Why?!"  His body visibly shook from frustration. 

    He heard someone -- corection, several someones -- come up behind
him.  
Slowly he turned around, expecting the girls from school to have followed
him 
here.  However, his heart nearly took leave of his body as he found
himself 
staring at eight Amazons wearing those short-short banner dresses and big

smiles.  He and oyaji had wandered into their village after Jusenkyou. 
They 
had attacked him, and he beat them all after getting over his initial 
surprise of outright hostility.  Then the guide was talking to oyaji
while he 
was checking on the unconscious girls.  Next thing he knew oyaji had
grabbed 
him by the hand and ran like hell.  Why, he never found out, nor did he
want 
to after the incident.
    He rose up, preparing for a fight.  However, he did not expect the
girls 
to suddenly cry out "Airen!" and throw themselves onto him.  He froze
solid 
as they nuzzled him and latched onto his various limbs.
    One of the girls, a lavender-haired girl, grinned up at him like a 
Cheshire cat.  "Airen, is myth true what they say you?"
    What the hell was Airen?  Probably Chinese for "freak."
    "Yeah, it's true," he sighed, not really having the energy to try and

refute these girls like those at school.
    The girls squealed in glee.  Ranma had no idea why they were so happy

over a freak like him.  Did they have some weird ritual to kill outcasts
like 
him to appease some angry tribal god?  They seemed especially happy to 
finally find him, though.  And some of them were groping about some
places a 
little too uncomfortable -- or pleasing, rather.
    "We take home to China!  Come, Airen!"
    Well, he would go along with them, if only to try and find a cure for
his 
curse.  There was one out there somewhere, he was sure of it.  But first 
thing's first, as his stomach gurgled, reminding him it dictated his
eating 
preferences ever since he had gotten his curse.
    "Hey, girls, mind if we stop for some fried chicken first?  I'm
starving."
    "Yes, airen!"
    He sighed as they started to sing something in Chinese.  Why did he
have 
to fall into the Spring of Drowned Southern Black Man?

<I have to say this, I really frigging hate your guts for this man. 
Really, this peice
is a crock of shit and only does to add insult and promote prejudice and
racism.
You absolutely have no respect for other people.  No, black men are not
just 
from the south, speak broken slang english, and eat fried chicken.  No,
what you
have just written was presented to make you look like an asshole.> 


=END=


    Well, this is intended as humor, but I think it was getting a little
more 
weighty as a I wrote it.  I got the idea this morning after remembering 
someone -- Gary Kleppe? -- making a comment about writing more than just
a 
quirky spamfic about Ranma simply getting a new and different curse, and
he 
mentioned my name (?!?).  Well, he was refering to Adrian Thymes, but
I'll 
admit, it did stick with me, wondering if I was going to do that sort of 
thing, what would it be about?  Well, this is an answer.    

<Lamer, don't mention Gary Kleppe's name.  Even he's got more dignity
than
you are.  He wouldn't write a piece of shit like this.>

    In case someone didn't get it, Ranma's reaction to being half black,
I 
took it from Peach Girl, where someone with darker skin is generally seen
as 
a bad person, and the main character -- forgot her name -- tans like a 
marmallow over a campfire.  

<Uh uh.  NO reason for why you've written this.  This doesn't add value
to your
  defense.>

Of course, there's also a flipside that everyone 
else takes; I've heard, they love black people in Japan, often because
they 
think they all rap, have sexual tools the sizes of which they can only
read 
about in hentai, and are sex gods in bed, or something of the like.
    Well, if they're comparing to the average Japanese man, that's more
than 
likely true. ^_^;;  No offense meant, of course, just stating what I'm
told.  
People are still people, and they do defy the stereotypes.

<Uh uh.... here's what you're wrong.  Most Japanese ladies and girls
might
date a foriegner because Japanese men are very lousy when it comes to
romance.  Blame it on their own affinity for technology; it becomes so
much
part of their life they've forgotten how to be humanistic.  Foreigners
are NOT
just black men; Most Jap ladies prefer white men over black.  Still some 
racism yes, but that is not entirely focused on what you state above. 
Even 
Jap women tend to date Chinese man rather than Jap men because Jap
guys don't know and care how to express their own feelings because they
deem it to be "mannerless."  It's not just black men but what you are
stating
is bull and it's because of people like you racism is still high, alive
and kicking.>

    Of course, I had to make them true for Ranma's case, hence happy
Genma.  
If _that_ wasn't enough to make Ranma a Man Amongst Men, I fear to know
what 
Nodoka's been doing in her spare time... O_O;;;
    I hope you've enjoyed this spamfic.  I know I'm far behind on my
other 
projects, which I am still working on.  I've been busy trying to generate

more income and other ideas, like an online comic I've been toying with
for 
sometime, as well as a webpage to sell art prints.  Plus, I've been 
Storytelling a Mage game (which I plan to end in a week or two; only two 
players, and I had gotten too clever), and there's that whole "dating"
thing 
I've been working at for the last few months.  Whenever I'm not doing any
of 
that, I'm generally devoting as much energy as possible to getting
through 
Kasumi 1/2 Chapter 7 (I really need a new name for that story --
suggestions 
are appreciated).  It is shaping up better than I expected, though, it
still 
feels a little klutzy as some points.
    One more thing.  If anyone happens to have a copy of a story I once
toyed 
with called Akunen, a dark/lime fic, could you privately mail it to me?  
    Enough from me.  I need sleep, and now.
    
<You have some nerve posting this dirt you call a spamfic, contradicting
yourself
writing respect that people are defying stereotypes while your fic is
reinforcing 
it, and THEN you give news about your projects.  Let me tell you, you
make me
laugh.  I don't care about your income and Mage shit, just don't post
this type of
fic here.  Really, if you want to write fics fine.  But don't write
racist fics like this 
one.  You've lost my respect here.>

Adrian D. Rainman

"What in Metallia's name happened to you?" Beryl demanded.

Jadeite groaned and levered himself up off the floor.  "They're
monsters!"

"The Senshi?"

"Those aren't Senshi!  Senshi use spells, not that punch-kick thing they
were 
doing!  They took out my strongest youma in a few seconds, and then when
I 
went to destroy them myself, Mercury, who isn't even supposed to HAVE 
offensive attacks, _kicked_my_ass_!"

Beryl sweated.  "Maybe we should hold off for another thousand years."

- A Ramna/SM spamfic, written by Christopher Angel

My fanfiction can be found at <
http://rakhal.com/florestica/raemowse/index.html>



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