[FFML] Re: Eva Lemon! & FFML dieing and so forth.

See, be carefull what you ask for. You wind up with things like this particular bit of brain meltingly written words.
This is part of having more traffic though. Back when you could expect a 50 or more emails a day from this list, you would have much discussion on almost random bits of a fic. This would spawn even more discussion, and at times someone would get a bit of inspiration for something to write. Be it a spamfic of few words, or a nearly epic oneshot. I believe one such was spawned by an older ranmafic where tofu molested Kasumi or some such. The discussion turned to wild dogs, and went a bit strange from there. Then one time someone said they wanted to see more fics with 'Lesbian war-Yak riding terrorists'. They ment 'Lebonise' I belive, but A fic was spawned involving the 'lesbian libiration front' 'anything goes piracy' and tofu being either a servent of an elder god, or an elder god himself.

Many pages, and more discussion spawned from a simple statement. As of late, the past few years at least, it just felt like much divergent discussion was frowned upon by the moderators. This dries up a lot of the discussion, which dries up more sources of things to write on.

Or so I think. I might be wrong though.

I'm not much of a writer. The only thing I have actually bothered to post where it is possible to read is one fairly short peice set in 'illusion of gaia', a SNES game. Although I should probably finish some of the other things I've been working on for a while and courageously post them to the FFML. It's a bit discourageing at times though, you look through and see all the good things written, and try to hold begining attempts to that light. And just kind of cringe away and tell yourself 'oh, it wasn't that good anyhow, no one would like it'. ...Forgeting that there are about ten things worse than whatever it was you measured against that people did like, in some way. At various points, the list has seemed more welcoming to new writer attempts than at others. Currently, as has been said, it's just become a bit comatose.

Well, right till someone light the fire under everyone to get them talking again. And hopefully it'll light something under some of the oldsters who have been around a while.

Anyhow, just a bit of talking. And I personally still believe that Elsa Bibat is in fact, a talking Chihuahua. And Tybalt was really a sentient AI that went rouge and had to be stopped. But that's just my opinion. ^-^

So, I suppose i'll end with a bit of a spamfic. There is no point to it aside from a bit of humor value, and I don't particulary expect much comment on it.

Ranma VS the power of Voodoo.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, not at all. They belong to Rumiko Takashi, and this is intended as a tribute, if anything.

Note: Set post manga or something. Probably violates cannon somewhere. May contain nuts. Openoffice had a critical failure when I attempted to load it up for spellchecking, so it's unspellchecked.

Ranma and Akane ran towards school, hand in hand. Maybe, things might turn out allright after all. They cleared the gate, and standing

directly in front of them, clothed in downright weird regailia was...Gosunkugi?

Standing somewhat wobbily behind a set of complex markings on the ground, looking as if he had had even less sleep than normal, his

normal pallor even worse than it had been the entire time they had knonw him, was a shakey Hikaru Gosunkugi. Self styled voodoo

practicioner.

"Ranma...your time has come! ..all three of you!" He slurred out, then began muttering to himself too quietly to be heard, then exploding

out with "Your doom is here, and akane will be free! You cannot kill what's not alive! your defeat is now!' Unfortunately for him, this effort

seemed to exhaust him, and he fell over with glazed eyes, muttering about a servant arising.

Ranma just looked at Akane, feeling extremely defensive of her, and not really knowing what on earth to expect from the voodoo boy. His

wait was soon ended, as the ground in the center of the markings erupted and an animated skeletal corpse appeared with a belagured

moan. "Ungaaaa..." It cried as it focused upon the pigtailed martial artist, and thoughts began trickleing through the magicly animated

remnants of it's mind.

The target of this rather pitious moan quickly assumed a stance and waited for his oponent to make a move of some sort. It was not long

at all before the zombie, with bits of zombe flaking off, began it's attack. "Ungggggggg!" it cried, and shuffled forward. Ranma just stared

at it, then slowly dropped his stance. "Ungggggahhh!" came again the bloodchilling cry, as the undead warrior slowly inched it's way

towards it's intended victim.

Ranma looked up at the clock tower after a few minutes had passed, and asked a bit nervously of the unstable voodoist:

"Um...Gos? Does it move any faster?"

The questioned boy shoved himself back up to a wobbly sitting position and stared at the zombie he had brought up, looking

about ready to cry. "...all that work...ten nights...no sleep.."

"Uh...Guess not." Came the reply, as ranma put his arms behind his head and began playing with his pigtail, most of the other

students having wandered off after a few minutes earlier, when no fight had been in the offering.

"Umm...Well, I kinda promised my mom I'd try and not be so late any more, yaknow...I don't suppose it'll just be here later, and I

can fight it then, or something?" When no response but a muffled sob was in the offering, he just shrugged, bounced off the zombie's

head, and ran to class, arriving barely before the bell rang.

The zombie however, looked slowly around. Left...right...left...right. As it was then lunch time, it saw it's designated target off

eating, and began to turn towards him...only to have lunch end, it's head bounced off of again, and another series of hours pass while it

looked left, then right, then back left again. It was working on looking right again as the spell which had called it up ended, and with what

passes for a 'what can you do?' shrug, it once again fell to the embrace of the earth.

As for the boy who had summoned up this abominable animated dead, he had passed out for about an hour before being rousted

by an extremely annoyed groundskeeper, lectured on how salt was bad for plant life, and escorted to the nurses office after passing out

during said lecture. After an hour there, he was sent home for the rest of the day.

Ranma and Akane had an uneventfull day, as did Shampoo and company, Ukyo, and the tendos. Tatewaki Kuno however, was

turned into a scottsman by a flying saucer crewed by alien cake based lifeforms. This resulted in a temporary change to shouting scottish

instead of shakespear, and wearing a kilt. Everyone passed it off as an unimportant Kuno development and it was never spoken of again.

-End
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