Monkey Business (v1.01, 7/21/01)
Prologue
By AllWhacked
Send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/allwhacked/
--- Disclaimer ---
The characters of Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takakashi. All
other characters to appear are owned by their respective
owners. So in other words, I DO NOT own any of them unless
otherwise noted, so please don't sue me because I have Zero
money. Thank You.
--- Warning!!! ---
Anyway this is an Alterverse fanfic that may or may not have
severe x-over tendencies. I don't know at this point.
--- Note to Reader ---
Credit for the new title goes to Gregg Sharp aka.
Metroanime. Anyway, thanks Gregg.
--- End Note to Reader, Start of Prologue ---
In the heart of one of China's most Western of territories,
lies the remote province of Qinghai or otherwise known as
the Tibetan plateau. It is a land that though under the
control of distant Beijing has remained relatively separate
and distinct from mainstream Chinese culture and influence.
In its isolation and its unique location at being on the
borders of both India and Afghanistan, and where the old
silk road once ran through, Qinghai and its people form a
unique cosmopolitan mix of distinctly different cultures and
ideologies that span both modern and ancient worlds.
With the long standing differences within the regions
various ethnic groups and combined with their isolation and
the strong xenophobic tendencies of these groups, the
region's inhabitants still cling strongly to the ways and
values that have sustained their people even through the
rise and fall China's greatest dynasties. Whether the
people are Buddhist, Taoist, or Muslim, the land of Qinghai
and its subcultures are living reminders of China's glorious
and ancient past.
++++++++++
Despite the land being unfriendly to foreign travel, it did
not deter a pair of Japanese martial artist as they made
their way to the legendary training grounds of Jusenkyo. Of
the travelers, one was a heavyset man, who wore wire-rimmed
glasses and a white bandanna that was used to cover his
otherwise baldhead. To the man's right was a handsome
youth, who was obviously the man's son and yet despite being
a youth, the teenage boy looked to be on the verge of
manhood. As father and son walked along a dirt path
carrying their large packs, ahead of the duo also walked a
Chinese man with a pipe, his purpose appeared to be as the
pair's guide.
While the trio entered the secluded valley and came across
what looked like a hundred small pools of water that ranged
in various sizes, the father and son pair quickly doffed
their packs as they prepared themselves to commence
training. As the guide began to explain to the two in
broken Japanese about the dangers of Jusenkyo, the two
martial artists ignored his warnings as they leapt to the
top of large bamboo poles that were erected in the middle of
Jusenkyo's various pools.
As father and son leapt at each other and delivered a series
of high-speed punches and kicks, the guide grew frantic as
he tried to warn his customer's that it was unwise to
continue. Yet due to poor Japanese on his part, combined
with the idiocy and ignorance of the two martial artists,
something stupid was bound to happen.
While standing on an opposite pole, the youth began in a
cocky tone: "Hey Oyaji, I don't know why you had to drag me
half way across China if this is all you got. I mean, if
you're gonna fight like an old fat woman..." The boy left
the taunt hanging as he watched his father boil in anger.
Enraged by his son's arrogance and disrespect, the 'Oyaji or
Old Man' that was otherwise known as Genma Saotome responded
with a bellow. "Listen here boy. I was just going easy on
you. Now I'm going to show you that you need to respect
your father!"
Watching his father almost explode in rage, the boy also
known as Ranma Saotome snorted out: "Fat chance. You're
hardly a match for me anymore Old Man. Perhaps you should
retire and I should find me a new master."
Hearing that last part, Genma got seriously pissed.
Ignoring the guide's frantic warnings to stop what they were
doing, Genma leapt at Ranma with red in his eyes. Despite
being a master of Anything Goes and subsequently the
Anything Goes School's technique of 'Trash Talk,' sometimes
even the wisest and coolest tempered of men had their
limits. However, Genma was neither wise nor cool headed and
so it was little wonder at how easy it was for him to fall
for his own technique.
With mighty leaps, the two martial artists jumped into the
air as if defying gravity. While reaching their aerial
zeniths, the two launched a flurry of blows and blocks at
each other. However, due to Genma's rage he made a fatal
mistake just as his son, Ranma had wanted and anticipated.
Seeing his father overextend a punch, Ranma rewarded the man
with a boot to the back of the head, causing his father to
go crashing into one of the pools. As he watched his father
take a nice dip, Ranma in turn landed on an unusual pole
that was red in color.
Perching himself in wait for his father to emerge from the
water's depth, he was rewarded with the shocked realization
that from the pool his father just landed in, now emerged a
giant panda. Too stunned to defend himself nor even to keep
his balance, Ranma oddly enough caught the few words of
pidgin Japanese the guide was spewing as he began to fall
backwards. Watching as a furious panda leap up and prepare
to pummel him, Ranma's mind began to slowly process what the
guide was saying; something in the order of his father
landing in the tragic spring of drowned panda and now his
father taking on the form of that drowned panda. Although
never one of the brightest of academic students, Ranma was
no mental slouch and as he felt himself lose his balance and
fall backwards into the pool's grasp, the connection that
falling into one of these pools led to his father becoming a
panda suddenly clicked.
With a splash, Ranma felt his body slam into the water's
surface and the feeling of wetness surround his features.
Knowing that he was about to get cursed like his father,
Ranma could do nothing but close his eyes and hold his
breath as he waited for his body to emerge to the surface
again. Feeling a tingling sensation as he entered the water
and then feeling the soft muddy floor of the pool's bottom,
Ranma pushed up and slowly felt himself rise. Eventually
feeling the pelting warmth of the sun's rays as he neared
the surface. Rising out of the pool and taking in a deep
breadth, Ranma opened his eyes and tried to look down at
himself, hoping all the while that he wasn't cursed into
some terrible creature.
Extending his arms out and seeing two hands and five fingers
on each, he felt relieved to know that he was still human at
least. But the final test was still to remain. Bringing
his fingers across the fold of his gi, he closed his eyes as
he pulled them apart--too afraid to glimpse at what he might
have become. Opening his eyes slowly and peering down, he
realized that he was still himself. His chest was firm and
whole, nothing seemed to be out of place. He was even
elated to find as he slipped a hand to the crotch of his
pants that he was all there. As he looked down at his
smiling face in the water's reflection, Ranma could not help
but feel happy that nothing seemed to have changed with him.
However, it was on closer inspection that he realized that
his once cobalt blue eyes were now a startling flaming red
in appearance.
Hearing the rustling feet of the guide and his warnings
about these 'Cursed Spring of Jusenkyo,' Ranma cocked his
head up as he stared at the approaching Guide and what
apparently was the Panda that had attacked him earlier. As
he stared at the two, he noticed a few things that seemed to
be off. First was the panda; narrowing his eyes, Ranma
could have sworn he saw the faint outlines of his father's
true form.
"What the hell" he thought. "Maybe I did get cursed or
something."
As Panda and Guide rushed over with a kettle of water, Ranma
began to pull himself out of the dingy water. However as he
made his way out, he suddenly tripped from a sudden loss of
balance. Splashing back into the pool, Ranma instinctively
grasped the red pole that was erected in the pool's center.
Re-catching himself and preventing another head splash, he
suddenly felt the rod shift in his grasp. Looking more
carefully, Ranma realized that what he had perched onto and
was now holding was not a red bamboo poll, but rather a
large metal rod.
Pulling it up out of curiosity, he suddenly felt a swirling
sensation as he watched the pool's water slowly drain down
the hole that the rod had inadvertently plugged up. Feeling
the water swirl around he watched in detached amazement as
the water emptied down a narrow drain, ultimately leaving
just himself and the four and a half foot long red quarter
staff in his outstretched arm. It was as all this was
happening that Ranma picked up the bits and pieces that the
guide was saying.
"Oh Mr. Customer. Most unfortunate. You fall into
Shonmaoniichuan, Spring of Drowned Panda that drowned there
2000 year ago. Now whoever fall into pool take on form of
panda." It was as the Guide said that that Genma-Panda
began to frantically wave his hand or rather paws in the
air. Picking up the guide to express his dismay, the Guide
ever quick to get himself out of a jam began to gibber out.
"Oh Mr. Customer. Don't worry. Can reverse with hot water.
See!?" he said as he poured the contents of a kettle that he
had started to heat up for that morning's tea. Watching
Genma shrink and morph back into his normal form, the guide
eased up as he felt the man's grip loosen up. He then
watched in amusement as he saw Genma dance a little jig and
sing a song.
"Oh Joy! I'm cured. To think, to be trapped as a panda.
Oh the shame!" he cried and sung. However, while he danced
a little diddy, the guide interrupted his merriment. "Oh,
hot water no cure sir. Water only reverse curse. Whenever
splashed with cold water, Mr. Customer take on form of
Panda. It is a curse, no?" With the guide's pronouncement,
Genma began to wail again at the inhumanity of the act. But
it was then he realized that he was not alone, and promptly
remembering that he son was also with him and had also
fallen into a spring.
Thinking to himself in a small mantra.
"Pleaseletboynotlosemanhood, pleaseletboynotlosemanhood" he
began to say in his mind as the guide and himself made their
way to Ranma's position. As they watched as the boy hefted
a large red rod from the pool's bottom and watched in
detached amazement as the water drained to the bottom, it
was the guide who began to speak out frantically.
"Oh Mr. Customer. You fall into spring of drowned Sun Wu-
Kung. It is a tragic story of Monkey King who drowned while
trying to save a Buddhist Priest 1800 year ago. Now whoever
fall in spring take on quality of Sun Wu-Kung. See! You
hold Nyoibo. No one before could lift it. Legend say that
Sun Wu-Kung's battle staff weigh more than 13,000 pound. Is
heavy, no sir?"
Trying to pick up the meanderings of the Guide's poor
Japanese, Ranma replied instinctively in archaic Chinese.
"What the hell are you talking about. This bo hardly weighs
a thing. And what do you mean, Sun Wu-Kung. Who is that?"
Despite speaking in a dialect that had long since passed on
into antiquity, the Guide was familiar with Qinghai's
various languages. And due in part to the region's
isolation, some of its people still spoke in a tongue not
much different from what the boy was now speaking in.
Replying in Joketsuzoku dialect, the guide replied: "Oh
Sir. I didn't know you spoke Amazon dialect. If I knew
that it would have made explaining the dangers of Jusenkyo a
lot easier." As he said that, the guide noticed the
confusion on the boy's face.
"You do know how to speak in Joketsuzokunese, don't you?"
the guide queried. To which he was rewarded with an
intelligent "Huh?" It was then the guide continued in the
same dialect "you do understand me, right sir?" To which
Ranma could only nod.
The guide then smiled and continued. "See, I think the
spring also affected your mind as well as body Mr. Customer.
See, you fell into the spring of Sun Wu-Kung or Monkey King.
It is of a tragic story of the fabled Sun Wu-Kung and during
his journey to the west he inadvertently drowned while
trying to save the life of a Buddhist Priest. Now, whoever
falls into the spring takes on the form and now I guess part
of the mind of Sun Wu-Kung. That's why you can speak in
archaic Chinese. It is most fortunate that you fell into
that spring. The spring over there is the spring of drown
girl and over there is the spring of drowned tentacle
monster. At least, with your curse you look almost the
same, except for that hairy monkey's tail you got there."
It was at hearing that last part and re-adverting his eyes
to follow the direction that the guide was pointing at, did
Ranma immediately noticed his new addition. Swaying as if
having a life of its own, he could only stare and gawk and
the long hairy monkey's tail that protruded from where his
tailbone would have ended. With an odd smile, all Ranma
could say was "cool" before he passed out, a feeling of
euphoria spread across his body at the realization that
through his father's stupidity, he was now transformed into
one of his childhood heroes.
--- Q & A ---
Q1: Why does the guide lack plural speech patterns?
A1: That's because I was trying to convey the fact that
Chinese lacks plural to begin with.
Q2: Does Genma seem to act a little off?
A2: Yeah, but I didn't want to write a complete re-write of
the original canon story and so I changed a few things.
Genma acted a little like Soun in the sense that he wept at
becoming a Panda, but I think it's an understandable
reaction.
Q3: Why do a story about Sun Wu-Kung?
A3: Well, after reading many of DBZ fic, I noticed that
Ranma got too super powered and so using the legend of Sun
Wu-Kung which DBZ is based on, I figure I can have Ranma at
reasonable power levels that he would still have trouble
fighting various villains in the Ranmaverse.
Q4: Where's Ryoga in all this?
A4: That's... A secret.
--- CC&S ---
Send Comments, Criticisms, or Suggestions to
allwhacked@hotmail.com Also if you're going to flame me, at
least give me a reason besides "it sucks" or "you can't
write sh*t." Thanks.
Prologue
By AllWhacked
Send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/allwhacked/
--- Disclaimer ---
The characters of Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takakashi. All
other characters to appear are owned by their respective
owners. So in other words, I DO NOT own any of them unless
otherwise noted, so please don't sue me because I have Zero
money. Thank You.
--- Warning!!! ---
Anyway this is an Alterverse fanfic that may or may not have
severe x-over tendencies. I don't know at this point.
--- Note to Reader ---
Credit for the new title goes to Gregg Sharp aka.
Metroanime. Anyway, thanks Gregg.
--- End Note to Reader, Start of Prologue ---
In the heart of one of China's most Western of territories,
lies the remote province of Qinghai or otherwise known as
the Tibetan plateau. It is a land that though under the
control of distant Beijing has remained relatively separate
and distinct from mainstream Chinese culture and influence.
In its isolation and its unique location at being on the
borders of both India and Afghanistan, and where the old
silk road once ran through, Qinghai and its people form a
unique cosmopolitan mix of distinctly different cultures and
ideologies that span both modern and ancient worlds.
With the long standing differences within the regions
various ethnic groups and combined with their isolation and
the strong xenophobic tendencies of these groups, the
region's inhabitants still cling strongly to the ways and
values that have sustained their people even through the
rise and fall China's greatest dynasties. Whether the
people are Buddhist, Taoist, or Muslim, the land of Qinghai
and its subcultures are living reminders of China's glorious
and ancient past.
++++++++++
Despite the land being unfriendly to foreign travel, it did
not deter a pair of Japanese martial artist as they made
their way to the legendary training grounds of Jusenkyo. Of
the travelers, one was a heavyset man, who wore wire-rimmed
glasses and a white bandanna that was used to cover his
otherwise baldhead. To the man's right was a handsome
youth, who was obviously the man's son and yet despite being
a youth, the teenage boy looked to be on the verge of
manhood. As father and son walked along a dirt path
carrying their large packs, ahead of the duo also walked a
Chinese man with a pipe, his purpose appeared to be as the
pair's guide.
While the trio entered the secluded valley and came across
what looked like a hundred small pools of water that ranged
in various sizes, the father and son pair quickly doffed
their packs as they prepared themselves to commence
training. As the guide began to explain to the two in
broken Japanese about the dangers of Jusenkyo, the two
martial artists ignored his warnings as they leapt to the
top of large bamboo poles that were erected in the middle of
Jusenkyo's various pools.
As father and son leapt at each other and delivered a series
of high-speed punches and kicks, the guide grew frantic as
he tried to warn his customer's that it was unwise to
continue. Yet due to poor Japanese on his part, combined
with the idiocy and ignorance of the two martial artists,
something stupid was bound to happen.
While standing on an opposite pole, the youth began in a
cocky tone: "Hey Oyaji, I don't know why you had to drag me
half way across China if this is all you got. I mean, if
you're gonna fight like an old fat woman..." The boy left
the taunt hanging as he watched his father boil in anger.
Enraged by his son's arrogance and disrespect, the 'Oyaji or
Old Man' that was otherwise known as Genma Saotome responded
with a bellow. "Listen here boy. I was just going easy on
you. Now I'm going to show you that you need to respect
your father!"
Watching his father almost explode in rage, the boy also
known as Ranma Saotome snorted out: "Fat chance. You're
hardly a match for me anymore Old Man. Perhaps you should
retire and I should find me a new master."
Hearing that last part, Genma got seriously pissed.
Ignoring the guide's frantic warnings to stop what they were
doing, Genma leapt at Ranma with red in his eyes. Despite
being a master of Anything Goes and subsequently the
Anything Goes School's technique of 'Trash Talk,' sometimes
even the wisest and coolest tempered of men had their
limits. However, Genma was neither wise nor cool headed and
so it was little wonder at how easy it was for him to fall
for his own technique.
With mighty leaps, the two martial artists jumped into the
air as if defying gravity. While reaching their aerial
zeniths, the two launched a flurry of blows and blocks at
each other. However, due to Genma's rage he made a fatal
mistake just as his son, Ranma had wanted and anticipated.
Seeing his father overextend a punch, Ranma rewarded the man
with a boot to the back of the head, causing his father to
go crashing into one of the pools. As he watched his father
take a nice dip, Ranma in turn landed on an unusual pole
that was red in color.
Perching himself in wait for his father to emerge from the
water's depth, he was rewarded with the shocked realization
that from the pool his father just landed in, now emerged a
giant panda. Too stunned to defend himself nor even to keep
his balance, Ranma oddly enough caught the few words of
pidgin Japanese the guide was spewing as he began to fall
backwards. Watching as a furious panda leap up and prepare
to pummel him, Ranma's mind began to slowly process what the
guide was saying; something in the order of his father
landing in the tragic spring of drowned panda and now his
father taking on the form of that drowned panda. Although
never one of the brightest of academic students, Ranma was
no mental slouch and as he felt himself lose his balance and
fall backwards into the pool's grasp, the connection that
falling into one of these pools led to his father becoming a
panda suddenly clicked.
With a splash, Ranma felt his body slam into the water's
surface and the feeling of wetness surround his features.
Knowing that he was about to get cursed like his father,
Ranma could do nothing but close his eyes and hold his
breath as he waited for his body to emerge to the surface
again. Feeling a tingling sensation as he entered the water
and then feeling the soft muddy floor of the pool's bottom,
Ranma pushed up and slowly felt himself rise. Eventually
feeling the pelting warmth of the sun's rays as he neared
the surface. Rising out of the pool and taking in a deep
breadth, Ranma opened his eyes and tried to look down at
himself, hoping all the while that he wasn't cursed into
some terrible creature.
Extending his arms out and seeing two hands and five fingers
on each, he felt relieved to know that he was still human at
least. But the final test was still to remain. Bringing
his fingers across the fold of his gi, he closed his eyes as
he pulled them apart--too afraid to glimpse at what he might
have become. Opening his eyes slowly and peering down, he
realized that he was still himself. His chest was firm and
whole, nothing seemed to be out of place. He was even
elated to find as he slipped a hand to the crotch of his
pants that he was all there. As he looked down at his
smiling face in the water's reflection, Ranma could not help
but feel happy that nothing seemed to have changed with him.
However, it was on closer inspection that he realized that
his once cobalt blue eyes were now a startling flaming red
in appearance.
Hearing the rustling feet of the guide and his warnings
about these 'Cursed Spring of Jusenkyo,' Ranma cocked his
head up as he stared at the approaching Guide and what
apparently was the Panda that had attacked him earlier. As
he stared at the two, he noticed a few things that seemed to
be off. First was the panda; narrowing his eyes, Ranma
could have sworn he saw the faint outlines of his father's
true form.
"What the hell" he thought. "Maybe I did get cursed or
something."
As Panda and Guide rushed over with a kettle of water, Ranma
began to pull himself out of the dingy water. However as he
made his way out, he suddenly tripped from a sudden loss of
balance. Splashing back into the pool, Ranma instinctively
grasped the red pole that was erected in the pool's center.
Re-catching himself and preventing another head splash, he
suddenly felt the rod shift in his grasp. Looking more
carefully, Ranma realized that what he had perched onto and
was now holding was not a red bamboo poll, but rather a
large metal rod.
Pulling it up out of curiosity, he suddenly felt a swirling
sensation as he watched the pool's water slowly drain down
the hole that the rod had inadvertently plugged up. Feeling
the water swirl around he watched in detached amazement as
the water emptied down a narrow drain, ultimately leaving
just himself and the four and a half foot long red quarter
staff in his outstretched arm. It was as all this was
happening that Ranma picked up the bits and pieces that the
guide was saying.
"Oh Mr. Customer. Most unfortunate. You fall into
Shonmaoniichuan, Spring of Drowned Panda that drowned there
2000 year ago. Now whoever fall into pool take on form of
panda." It was as the Guide said that that Genma-Panda
began to frantically wave his hand or rather paws in the
air. Picking up the guide to express his dismay, the Guide
ever quick to get himself out of a jam began to gibber out.
"Oh Mr. Customer. Don't worry. Can reverse with hot water.
See!?" he said as he poured the contents of a kettle that he
had started to heat up for that morning's tea. Watching
Genma shrink and morph back into his normal form, the guide
eased up as he felt the man's grip loosen up. He then
watched in amusement as he saw Genma dance a little jig and
sing a song.
"Oh Joy! I'm cured. To think, to be trapped as a panda.
Oh the shame!" he cried and sung. However, while he danced
a little diddy, the guide interrupted his merriment. "Oh,
hot water no cure sir. Water only reverse curse. Whenever
splashed with cold water, Mr. Customer take on form of
Panda. It is a curse, no?" With the guide's pronouncement,
Genma began to wail again at the inhumanity of the act. But
it was then he realized that he was not alone, and promptly
remembering that he son was also with him and had also
fallen into a spring.
Thinking to himself in a small mantra.
"Pleaseletboynotlosemanhood, pleaseletboynotlosemanhood" he
began to say in his mind as the guide and himself made their
way to Ranma's position. As they watched as the boy hefted
a large red rod from the pool's bottom and watched in
detached amazement as the water drained to the bottom, it
was the guide who began to speak out frantically.
"Oh Mr. Customer. You fall into spring of drowned Sun Wu-
Kung. It is a tragic story of Monkey King who drowned while
trying to save a Buddhist Priest 1800 year ago. Now whoever
fall in spring take on quality of Sun Wu-Kung. See! You
hold Nyoibo. No one before could lift it. Legend say that
Sun Wu-Kung's battle staff weigh more than 13,000 pound. Is
heavy, no sir?"
Trying to pick up the meanderings of the Guide's poor
Japanese, Ranma replied instinctively in archaic Chinese.
"What the hell are you talking about. This bo hardly weighs
a thing. And what do you mean, Sun Wu-Kung. Who is that?"
Despite speaking in a dialect that had long since passed on
into antiquity, the Guide was familiar with Qinghai's
various languages. And due in part to the region's
isolation, some of its people still spoke in a tongue not
much different from what the boy was now speaking in.
Replying in Joketsuzoku dialect, the guide replied: "Oh
Sir. I didn't know you spoke Amazon dialect. If I knew
that it would have made explaining the dangers of Jusenkyo a
lot easier." As he said that, the guide noticed the
confusion on the boy's face.
"You do know how to speak in Joketsuzokunese, don't you?"
the guide queried. To which he was rewarded with an
intelligent "Huh?" It was then the guide continued in the
same dialect "you do understand me, right sir?" To which
Ranma could only nod.
The guide then smiled and continued. "See, I think the
spring also affected your mind as well as body Mr. Customer.
See, you fell into the spring of Sun Wu-Kung or Monkey King.
It is of a tragic story of the fabled Sun Wu-Kung and during
his journey to the west he inadvertently drowned while
trying to save the life of a Buddhist Priest. Now, whoever
falls into the spring takes on the form and now I guess part
of the mind of Sun Wu-Kung. That's why you can speak in
archaic Chinese. It is most fortunate that you fell into
that spring. The spring over there is the spring of drown
girl and over there is the spring of drowned tentacle
monster. At least, with your curse you look almost the
same, except for that hairy monkey's tail you got there."
It was at hearing that last part and re-adverting his eyes
to follow the direction that the guide was pointing at, did
Ranma immediately noticed his new addition. Swaying as if
having a life of its own, he could only stare and gawk and
the long hairy monkey's tail that protruded from where his
tailbone would have ended. With an odd smile, all Ranma
could say was "cool" before he passed out, a feeling of
euphoria spread across his body at the realization that
through his father's stupidity, he was now transformed into
one of his childhood heroes.
--- Q & A ---
Q1: Why does the guide lack plural speech patterns?
A1: That's because I was trying to convey the fact that
Chinese lacks plural to begin with.
Q2: Does Genma seem to act a little off?
A2: Yeah, but I didn't want to write a complete re-write of
the original canon story and so I changed a few things.
Genma acted a little like Soun in the sense that he wept at
becoming a Panda, but I think it's an understandable
reaction.
Q3: Why do a story about Sun Wu-Kung?
A3: Well, after reading many of DBZ fic, I noticed that
Ranma got too super powered and so using the legend of Sun
Wu-Kung which DBZ is based on, I figure I can have Ranma at
reasonable power levels that he would still have trouble
fighting various villains in the Ranmaverse.
Q4: Where's Ryoga in all this?
A4: That's... A secret.
--- CC&S ---
Send Comments, Criticisms, or Suggestions to
allwhacked@hotmail.com Also if you're going to flame me, at
least give me a reason besides "it sucks" or "you can't
write sh*t." Thanks.