Perhaps an Ah! My Goddess! crossover where Ranma DOESN'T become a god at the very beginning of the fic- that would be interesting to see.

Hey - I wrote one of those (Ranma's Ascension), but I also wrote another (Ultimate Technique) where in the last chapter he is offered godhood but declines...

Still enjoying this fic.

Mike

I'm okay with the depression thing. If that's authentic, so be it. Sometimes life sucks. I've had an unhappy childhood myself - unable to fit in or find friends.

There are many other maladjusted people who find solace/therapy in writing long, elaborate self-insert fanfiction. Cevn's "Trial by Tenderness" (depression), Gregg,'s numerous works (unlucky in love), "Sic Semper Morituari" (can't remember author - maladjusted loner), and perhaps even Jared's works. Some of these run to over 100 chapters! Most of these SI stories are a good read, even with the downer emotions (as long as they do not dominate). If it makes you feel better, do it I say!

Enjoying the story so far, curious to see where it goes.

Regards,

Mike

Some years ago, my fully-grown daughter gave her one and only public dance performance. She called it "Dancing Naked With My Clothes On." It was so effective that afterwards a total stranger came up to us and recited my daughter's autobiography! I get the impression that you are doing the same thing, but with prose and humor. Well done!

If you haven't already done so, check out BTB's 'Ring of Ki' stories which use a premise similar to this one and are very well written.

The largest (good) self-inert fanfics I've seen are Cevin's "Trial By Tenderness" (mostly Oh My Goddess-based) and "Sic Semper Morituori" (sic?) (a mega-crossover). Both seem to be theraputic exercises by authors whose real lives are deeply unhappy. Perhaps that's why I haven't written an SI...

I hope that your real life has improved (and that's why you've stopped writing). I've enjoyed reading this work - thanks for contributing.

Mike

Could you update this? This is really good.

Y'know, this story has a special place in my heart. I've read this story several times and enjoyed it more each time. Sure, there are a few typos and such, but on the whole it is a wonderful read. I do wish you would get to writing either more fics or fixing the rewrite so the formatting doesn't look so bad.

this is a good story.

good stories are what give my life meaning.

So just by writing this you did something.

I realy like this i just want to say good work.

Err . . . that'll show me not to read ahead before reviewing. I usually do, too . . .

But why didn't she get disqualified?

Ah . . . this chapter has a SERIOUS flaw. You see, Kodora would have been disqualified for her "winning" move.

As Kodachi confirms on page 160 of Vol. 2 (Viz translation), "Attacking without a weapon is forbidden!" Kodora could probably get away with the somersault-ram without a problem, but GRABBING Akane's hand, and KICKING her out of the ring is a blatant violation of the rules of Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics.

I realize that this criticism is a bit late to have a good chance of affecting the story, but I could not let this go unremarked-upon (no one else reviewed about it).

As for the story, it is very good, but it is starting to lose my interest. I cannot explain why, exactly. . .

9/11 wasn't that important to me. I may sound callouse, but it wasn't. The only thing I was thinking while watching the towers on tv was how stupid the whole thing was. And as you said, NORMAL for many other people in the middle east at the time.

I'm not heartless, but you have to realize like I have that an event like that is nothing compared to what happens on our streets every day. People are viciously raped, murdered, mauled, crippled... And worse, many out there are destroying people's lives, and the lives of their decendents just by being blind and foolish. Nothing changes through the ages...

I don't understand the people that went 'Patriot' after 9/11. At all.

Our own nation is just as corrupt as the taliban was. It's worse, even. Instead of being out in the open, obvious to anyone that can see, and allow themselves to see what's wrong, we have this quickly dying set of false freedoms. As long as america has it's beer and tv, it doesn't care how many freedoms are taken away.

Intelligent people are quickly becoming a minority.

Power hungry, greedy people are the ones that will get into office now, because there's a system in place, a good ol'boys system. Anyone disliked by those in power never makes it far. Simply put, the leadership gets more and more corrupt as time goes on.

Disorientation destroys memory... Like thinking on several levels at the same time.

Anyway, you write very well. I'm enjoying this immensely, mainly because you're relaxed in writing it. Easy going, well thought out, and you have put so much into it. So much of yourself. And that is what makes a great writer overall... being able to put truth into whatever you create. So that the reader can recognize you.

And, I do. There are many of us out here, that have died inside at young ages. And so we change.

"And I mean it. Forget vengeance. You want to show the terrorists that you're better?

Then love a little, live a little, share a little, give a little.

Because you know...

they wouldn't"

I just wish that the pols. would think the same way, but they do not.

If more folks thought this way, there would be fewer wars and killing in

the world today, not more wars and killing.

Your story is very good, and different. I do enjoy the way you think.

I wish that I could write as well as you do.

Thank you for your stories.

Mario

Wierd, Wonderful & Well Worth Wreading.

(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

Thanks for writing - please continue.

I tried 7 times to email this this to you...

I just finished reading Chapter 22 and it resonated. I've been there, done that.

I was the friendless outsider, the "walking encyclopedia" who all the other boys always picked on.

Young boys attack physically; young girls attack verbally. I couldn't hit back, so I fell to the bottom of the pecking order. Since everybody I knew was hostile towards me, my greatest desire was to be left alone. It never happened.

I not only didn't feel the drives that motivated other boys, I couldn't even comprehend them. Instead of worrying about my masculinity (which was often derided) I had a bigger problem - what species did I belong to. If they were human, then obviously I was not. I wouldn't relive my youth for anything.

Fortunately, in my last year of high school a wonderful young woman (not a girl, despite her age) recognized me. (I was too shy to recognize her.) We have been together for fifty wonderful years, and the experience has mellowed and matured me. There is nothing so healing as the love of a compassionate spouse.

Becoming an adult also helped. My adult "peers" became less abusive. They started to act the way I always had behaved - i.e.: civilized, so I fit in better.

Hang in there, Selene. Your past may be bleak, but your future doesn't have to be so.

Best wishes,

Mike

Too funny for words! This chapter ranks up there with "Girl Days," and that's saying a lot.

More, More.