Authors note:I'm have a strange felling with this fic and I hope you will like this.Oh yeah I do not own their productions so please don't sue me.
Name's Ranma....housewares
**thought
" "speech
It is a barred desert in which dust played within gust of wind as hourses trodden throught it as they drag slaves to thier death.As one of them only had one hand and had scars all over his face and still wearing his trademark..a pigtail.*My name is Ranma....and I am a slave,as far I can know its the year thirdteen hundred A.D.My life wasn't like this I once had a normal life as a martial artist tournament champion.And I had a wife her name was Akane the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.Akane and me went on vacation trip to this cabin where a scientist was researching and translating his latest find... a book called the necronomicion ex mortis or better known as the book of the dead bounded in human flesh written in blood this sumerion text holds weird burial rights and demon resurrection passages and so on .....it was never meant for the world of the living...the book woken something dark and evil in the woods.Soon it took Akane without her knowing what hit her.My poor Akane(sigh)as I search deep in the woods to find thing that took her.It took me by suprise and got me.It got into my hand it went bad so I had choped it off at the wrist.And just when I thought the evil was gone it came back...big time!
(flashback)
Ranma which had his hand replaced for a cutomised chain saw was wearing a shootgun complete with a holder for it on his back was now trying to take cover from the black hole in which was futile."AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"screamed Ranma he tried to hold on board of wood attached to the counter which loosen and fall apart and sent flying to the door as he the use turned the board horizontal to keep him from falling into the black hole."for the love of god!how do you stop this!"said Ranma as the board finally gives up and breaks in half which leaves him to fall in the backhole left screaming.
To Be Contued
Author's note:So? please tell me how you like it.......come on
Name's Ranma....housewares
**thought
" "speech
It is a barred desert in which dust played within gust of wind as hourses trodden throught it as they drag slaves to thier death.As one of them only had one hand and had scars all over his face and still wearing his trademark..a pigtail.*My name is Ranma....and I am a slave,as far I can know its the year thirdteen hundred A.D.My life wasn't like this I once had a normal life as a martial artist tournament champion.And I had a wife her name was Akane the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.Akane and me went on vacation trip to this cabin where a scientist was researching and translating his latest find... a book called the necronomicion ex mortis or better known as the book of the dead bounded in human flesh written in blood this sumerion text holds weird burial rights and demon resurrection passages and so on .....it was never meant for the world of the living...the book woken something dark and evil in the woods.Soon it took Akane without her knowing what hit her.My poor Akane(sigh)as I search deep in the woods to find thing that took her.It took me by suprise and got me.It got into my hand it went bad so I had choped it off at the wrist.And just when I thought the evil was gone it came back...big time!
(flashback)
Ranma which had his hand replaced for a cutomised chain saw was wearing a shootgun complete with a holder for it on his back was now trying to take cover from the black hole in which was futile."AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"screamed Ranma he tried to hold on board of wood attached to the counter which loosen and fall apart and sent flying to the door as he the use turned the board horizontal to keep him from falling into the black hole."for the love of god!how do you stop this!"said Ranma as the board finally gives up and breaks in half which leaves him to fall in the backhole left screaming.
To Be Contued
Author's note:So? please tell me how you like it.......come on