Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2, World of Warcraft, Pokemon, or Lord of the Rings.

All criticism is welcome, however, if you are going to try and flame me, well, this is a crack fic, and if you don't like it, ya shouldn't be reading it. It's called a sense of humor people, grow one. Remember, if you don't have anything nice to say, you're probably from Virginia…

A/N: Dashes mark the separation between sections.

Solid Lines mark the difference in location in a section.

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We are here today to answer a question…that question being, "Where does Hibiki Ryoga go when he isn't around Ranma and the gang?" Well, shall we follow him?

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As Ash Ketchum and Professor Oak are walking through a forest outside of Pallet Town, they see what looks like a man with a tiger striped bandanna walking across the path ahead of them. He appears confused as he looks around. Ash, assuming he is a trainer, begins to walk towards the man. Professor Oak quickly grabs his shoulder.

"Careful Ash, that is a confused Pokemon."

"What do you mean, Professor?"

"Watch this, Ash."

Professor Oak pulls out his Pokedex and aims it at the traveler.

"Hibiki Ryoga, the steal type pokemon. Evolved form of P-chan. Known for his high endurance, strength and agility. Commonly found in random areas. Strong versus earth type. Weak versus water. Known attacks are Bakusai Tenketsu, Shishi Hokodan, Perfect Shishi Hokodan, and Iron Cloth. Special ability is random teleportation."

"Wow, Professor, I'm gonna try and catch him."

Ash turns to the Pokemon to find it is gone.

"Aw, man, it got away. Now how am I gonna get one?"

"Don't worry, Ash, while there is only one in existence, he can be found at any random spot."

Meanwhile, at the yearly meeting of rare Pokemon, Mewtwo calls the meeting to order by asking if there is any new business. Celebi stands up.

"I saw a Hibiki Ryoga the other day outside of Cerulean City."

All the Pokemon there gasp.

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Thrall sits on his throne, complacently watching his underlings go about their daily tasks. Suddenly a human with a tiger striped head band, a large backpack, and a weird umbrella shaped mace, walks through the throne room. He is holding what looks like an upside down map and not paying attention to anything around him. One of Thrall's personal guards turns to Thrall.

"Sire, what should we do about him?"

"Nothing, he won't bother us," responds Thrall.

"Why is that, sire?"

As the human walked out through one of the side doors from the chamber, Thrall turned to look at the guard.

"He's a level 99 elite. We aren't worth his time."

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As Gandalf was realizing what a rubber powerball felt like inside Sarumon's tower, he heard the creak of two large doors opening. A voice speaks out in a strange language.

Do either of you know the way to Nerima Ward of Tokyo, Japan?

Sarumon stops trying to hammer nails into the wall using Gandalf's head, and turns toward the voice, responding in the same language.

Yes, as you exit the tower, head 400 kilometers due west. You can't miss it.

Thanks.

With that, the doors creak again as they close. Gandalf, curious, asks Sarumon what that was about.

"Oh, he was asking for directions to Nerima Ward of Tokyo, Japan and I pointed the direction for him."

"You're trying to take over the world using evil means and you give a kid directions home?" Gandalf asks incredulously.

"Oh, that's the twentieth time he's been by here. After the second time, I started pointing in random directions. Speaking of pointing in random directions…"

Sarumon again starts bouncing Gandalf off random walls.

"Thwack…thwack…thwack…"

Meanwhile outside the tower…

Two orcs walking past the tower see the word "TILT" flashing at the top of the tower. The first one turns to the second.

"Ya don't see that every day."

"True, mind helping me grind out a few levels?"

"Sorry, I got a raid in ten minutes."

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A/N: Like it or hate it, I still got more to make. By all means if you feel like flaming me, I could use a good laugh. I think the saddest part about me doing this is I wasn't even drunk when I did it, so I can't use it as an excuse. Boredom, now that is an excellent excuse…and sadly the reason. I will only be doing three different places in each chapter and each place will be mentioned in the disclaimer at the beginning of each. I may even revisit a place again in a later chapter, just to kill a running gag. Later…