You appear to have found the PW genre and then not looked into it. Even if you ignore the fact that the whole thing is inherently parody, it never existed without the sexual base. You say it might have been enjoyable without the so-called perversity, but it always had that. If you can make a sexless version of it work, more power to you. However, you don't need to bash our version.
Ranma turned and headed back to his camp. After about half a mile, he came upon another young man, walking along the path. Ranma, being clueless about the way this world worked, didn't realize that the belt with the read and white balls hooked to it indicated the boy was a trainer. "So, you a trainer?"
The boy looked over and smiled. He'd only been a trainer for a couple of weeks, but he was enjoting it. Odd circumstances had left him with a high-level Slicer, and the two had quickly formed a close relationship. "Yeah. Are you?"
Ranma hesitated... "In a manner of speaking. So, do yours have any sex techniques?"
"Yeah, but don't they all? My Slicer knows Go Down and Spank." he winked at Ranma.
Ranma erupted in rage, his aura forming around his body. "YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU FOR BEING PART OF CREATING THIS WORLD!!!!!" A ball of glowing power began to form in his hands.
The other boy stumbled backwards, then fell to the ground. He was understandably surprised. Didn't this nutcase know about Sukebe, and about the three hundred years of history since Pokewomen were created? About how taming was required to help Pokewomen retain some vestiges of their humanity? As he fell, he thumbed his Slicer's pokeball. In a mist of red light, a young woman holding a sword appeared. "Master? What's...???"
This Slicer had enough combat experienc to know a problem when she saw it. Some maniac was threatening her Master, and there was only one thing to do.
In his own world, Ranma was a master martial artist. But he'd let his rage overtake him here. And thus he wasn't focusing as much as he should have been. All he was thinking about was destroying the innocent young man in front of him. And even the best martial artist can't stop a sword he doesn't see coming towards him
In a burst of blood, brains, and bone fragments, a katana was driven through the skull of Saotome Ranma. As the cool metal burst out the far side of his cranium, the crazy young man died instantly. As Ranma's corpse slumped to the ground, the Slicer wiped her sword on some leaves. Her Tamer looked over at her. "Thank you. I don't know what was happening. I guess we better find the nearest town and report what happened."
"Ye... yes, master." the Slicer sounded near tears, and her lower lip was trembling. For all her fighting experience, she had never killed anyone before. She had no regrets about defending her master, but now another person lay dead before her.
The boy noticed the look on his Pokewoman's face, and went over to her. "I'm sorry." he said. "I don't like it either, but I don't know what happened. From that energy, maybe he had some Blood Gift or Curse which had driven him mad. He was rambling about killing thouse who had created this world." As the Slicer stood up, he put his arm around her, and they turned back towards the last city they had visited...
(Posted Mon, 10 Jan 2005 18:34)
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