Well, my post wasn't devoid of content when I sent it last time... I'm 
using Thunderbird now instead of Outlook, sometimes it does unexpected 
things to me... trying again...

           From Darkest Skies
             M A Davis / Miko
 
       Ranma felt it, just before the explosion:  a battle aura of
  immense proportions.  Not even Happosai at his most lustful had ever
  produced such a powerful aura.
 
       Then came the explosion.  A ball of energy hurling across the
  land, destroying everything in its path.  So large that it swallowed
  entire city blocks, the massive chi blast destroyed everything in its
  path and rained debris down on the entire neighborhood.
 
       "Whoah!"  The blast had missed him by a full block, but
  Ranma still took a step back in alarm.  "What... what the heck was
  that?"
 
       Out of the cloud of dust strode a familiar figure -- a muscular
  boy carrying an oversized backpack, with what appeared to be a
  bamboo umbrella perched on top.  It wasn't made of bamboo, of
  course.  Nobody knew exactly what it was made of.
 
       The boy had a cd player attached to his belt, and was
  nodding his head to the music.  When he saw Ranma, he stopped
  and carefully removed the headphones from his ears.
 
       "Ranma!" he exclaimed.  "I've found you at last!"
 
       "Hey, Ryoga," Ranma replied.  The pigtailed boy glanced at
  the swath of destruction behind Ryoga, where the dust was still
  settling.  "Did you did that?"
 
       "I did," the wanderer replied.  "Impressive, isn't it?"
 
       "I suppose," Ranma said.  "That can't be your shishi houkou
  dan."
 
       "But it is."
 
       "Ryoga, nobody is that depressed.  Not even you."
 
       "That's where you're wrong, Saotome.  I've recently discovered
  a new training technique that drives me to new, unparalleled depths of
  depression."
 
       Ryoga's hand snapped forward.  Something spun through the
  air, aimed at Ranma's head.  Ranma slid sideways, catching the flying
  object easily.
 
       "What's this?"  He stared at the plastic square in his hand,
  then raised an eyebrow.  "You know, Ryoga, cd cases make poor
  throwing weapons."
 
       "The case isn't important.  It's the cd that came inside that
  counts."
 
       Ranma peered at the cd cover.  "Turn Loose the Swans, by
  My Dying Bride?"  He glanced up.  "Never heard of it.  What is it?"
 
       "Only the gloomiest, most depressing metal you're ever laid
  ears on."  Ryoga grinned nastily.  He cracked his knuckles in
  anticipation.  "When I listen to this music, my aura of depression is
  magnified tenfold!  You can imagine what that does to my shishi
  houkou dan!"
 
       Ranma glanced back up the street.  He didn't have to imagine
  anything.
 
       Ryoga snapped the headphones back over his ears and held
  his finger over the cd player's "on" button.  He assumed a fighter's
  stance.
 
       "Now, Ranma," he said, "prepare to meet your doom...."
 
                   FINI
 
 
 
  (For those that don't know... My Dying Bride is one of the world's
  foremost doom metal bands... and would probably rank high on any
  list of the most depressing music in existance... not that I actually
  listen to them, but once the idea got into my head I had to write it...
  whether it was really useful to do so or not.  :P )

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