Soulriders' First Writing Challenge

[Dracos]

Okay...through some discussions at IRC, I've decided to issue a challenge.

First, related loggage:
[10:41] <Dracos> *sigh*
[10:41] <Hellmaster> Yay.
[10:41] <Dracos> ANGST, UBERSEX, ANGST, UBERSEX, ANGST, UBERSEX
[10:41] <Super-Quack> Rak. I feel sorry for you. o.O
[10:41] <Super-Quack> Who has exactly wroned Ranma? >>
[10:41] * Dracos dares someone to write a simple day story.
[10:42] <Rakhal-Work> I don't imagine many of these will actually be written :)
[10:42] * Mark falls backwards, relaxed and eyes closed, a small serene smile on his face.
[10:42] <Hellmaster> We can always hope.
[10:42] <Dracos> A simple day in Ranma.  Just that.  No Super angst.  No sex.  No ULTRAVIOLENCE.
[10:42] * Dracos dares the room at large!
[10:42] <Hellmaster> Like the seasons/colors series? >.>
[10:42] <Dracos> Maybe.  If you want.

That's it.  A simple day.  Hell, it doesn't even have to be Ranma.  If we get a bunch of them we'll see about putting together a voting panel and getting some kind of nifty prize or rank or something for the winner.

Anyhow, have fun.  If we do votes, it'll be by March 1st.

Dracos

[Merc]

Heh, when I saw this, I was expecting challenges ala Refuge style. Ie, more about a certain type of scene than an actual ficlet thing ^_^

[Dracos]

Well, you know.  All in time. ^_^

Dracos

[Jason_Miao]

A Typical Day in Ranma, or Yet Another Bad Fic by Natsume Ranma-Ranma

Disclaimer below.

<Dracos> A simple day *in Ranma*[emphasis added]. Just that. No Super angst. No sex. No ULTRAVIOLENCE

It was a typical day in Ranma.  The gastrointestinal  systems were working at top notch, as usual, and the vast quantities of rice, miso soup, and fish had the appropriate nutrients extracted from them.  ATP synthesis gave the host, Ranma, sufficient energy for locomotion to distant locations.

Thankfully, a combination of ample glucose/simple sugar supply in the bloodstream and functional nerves transmitting familiar impulses allowed Ranma to continue to Furinkan without undue harm.  By allowing prompt action, they (along with the pattern recognition represented by low energy states in Ranma's synapses) allowed Ranma to dodge a bokken with ease.

During the lunch hour, potential disaster reared its ugly head.  Akane's cooking introduced foreign elements, and threatened the sanctity of Ranma's GI system.  Thankfully, upon further inspection, these supposedly foreign elements were identified as mere trace amount of microbes that would serve as beneficial flora, and posed no harm beyond a bad taste.  No violence was offered to or by these microbes.

After a time, the circulatory system was suddenly deprived of a short amount of blood, before the leak was patched by swift acting platlets.  Had red blood cells held sentience, they might have felt anguish at the loss.  However, they did not, and merely continued with asexual reproduction in order to replenish that lost quantity.

Not even the sudden rush of blood to Ranma's lower regions late at night was unusual; Shampoo had snuck into Ranma's bed before, and would likely continue to do so at irregular intervals in the future.  Nor were Ear Drum vibrations that were interpreted as camera clicks by the brain; as on other nights in a lethargic state, the information was not brought to active awareness.  Truly, it was a typical day.

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Disclaimer:  I do not own Ranma.  I do not own Dracos.  I am a computer scientist, and do not claim expertise in knowledge of biological functions.  Thus, I cannot vouch for the accuracy of terms or biologically related events described above.   However, I will take responsibility for boredom, and will happily refund any direct net profit I have gained at a reader's expense who has entered a state of boredom solely due to this fic.

[Dracos]

*laughs hard*  That was a good laugh.

Dracos

[Edward]

Nicely done.

[Edward]

It's What's On the Inside

   By Edward Simons

   Disclaimer below.

<Dracos> A simple day *in Ranma*[emphasis added]. Just that. No Super angst. No sex. No ULTRAVIOLENCE

   ---

   "Tendo, I don't think we're in Kansai anymore," Genma whispered.

   "We weren't in Kansai to begin with," Soun replied.

   "Sorry, just a pointless Wizard of Oz reference."

   "They have sorcerers in Australia?"

   "Never mind, Tendo."  Genma paused a moment in deep contemplation.

   "What, are you hungry already?" Soun asked.

   "No, just wondering how much I could pawn a pair of ruby slippers for if I happen to find them."

   "Sometimes I don't think I understand you at all, Saotome."

   "My name does mean Mysterious Horse, after all.  Mys-teer-ii-ous," Genma wiggled his fingers in an odd manner.

   Soun decided to ignore the comment.  "Ranma didn't mean to swallow us whole, did she?"

   "Ranma's my son."

   "But he was a girl at the time."  Soun shuddered involuntarily.  It was more than a little creepy the way Ranma's expression had suddenly changed from cute and cheerful to something flat with black pits of darkness for eyes.  That was just before the gulping noise and everything got dark and they ended up in this place.

   "Saotome, did you adopt your son or daughter or whatever he or she is?"

   "Nonsense, Tendo, I think he's merely learned an enhancement of your Angry Demon Head Technique."

   Soun just stared at Genma.

"After all," the slightly pudgy martial artist continued," it couldn't possibly be from his carelessly falling in that Jusenkyou Spring.  Everyone knows young girls are cute and harmless."

   Soun shook his head and took a closer look at the scenery.  Rolling hills, check.  Bizarre mix of plants and animals, check.  "We had too much sake, didn't we, Saotome?"

   "Nonsense, Tendo, it's not all that bad.  Some of the trees are quite lovely."

   Soun just stared at Genma.

   "Mind you, I wouldn't want to build a summer home here."

   Soun nodded quietly.  "I hope Ranma lets us out soon."

   "We could go talk to those two while we wait."

   Soun turned, seeing a samurai and a cowboy playing go.

   "That's my lead," the cowboy crowed.  "Twenty five million nine hundred and thirty seven thousand two hundred and nine to Twenty five million nine hundred and thirty seven thousand two hundred and eight.

   "To gain a brief advantage you've contrived, But your proud triumph will not be long-lived," the samurai replied.

   "The samurai is singing."  Soun stood there numbly.  "Perhaps we've gone insane."

   "Nonsense, Tendo.  Let's go ask them if they want to play Shogi while we wait.  You'd think they'd be tired of Go by now."

   ---

   Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2, Hikaru no Go, Jungle wa Itsumo Hale Nochi Guu are property of their respective Japanese creators.  Hikaru no Guu is by DB Sommer.  Dracos' origins are mysterious.

[Dracos]

I'm amused and this contest is over...between the two, I have to give this one to Miao.  Nice piece.

This'll still be open if anyone wants to make a late addition.  I'll try and get another one up shortly for this month.

Keep writing! ^_^

Dracos