There, upon the highest spire of the darkest, most forboding mountain stood the villain. His armored marred and scorched, his cape holed and torn, but his eyes filled with victorious delight. In his hands, a glowing green crystal covered in hundreds if not thousands of facets, each seeming to shift and change and move. Before him… before him lay a carpet of the dead extending from his feet down the sides of the slippery slope he stood upon, stretching as far as the eye could see, and much farther past that. Slain heroes and goodly men lay piled atop one another. Warriors and wizards and good natured thieves lay side by side beside great kings clutching gold etched swords and poor farmers clinging to sickles.
In the end, their might and their bravery had proven no match for the sunning, guile, and sheer inhumanity of their foe. The broken bodies upon that blood soaked hill had two things in common. All were brave of heart and strong of spirit. And all were dead.
Paying no heed to those fallen about him, the armored figure cackled gleefully, holding the stone high above his head, gazing into its depths with as much love as a being such as himself could be said to posses.
“At last.. At LAST! It is MINE! The key to everything! EVERYTHING! The Gem of Parallels! At once the KEY and the LOCK that keeps all of reality bound together! And here I hold it in my hands…” His voice tinged with awe as he looking up into the diffuse green light.
“With this in my possession, I shall rule not just this world. . Not just this universe, but reality itself! EVERY reality, in EVERY dimension! EVERYTHING is mine, to mold and change as I see fit! I am VICTORIOUS! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!” Ah he cackled madly, a stiff wind suddenly blew across the mountaintop upon which he stood, spreading his cape out behind like the some evil, distorted wings. The cloth crackled and flapped in the wind… which continued to grow stronger and stronger.
This is a good point at which to note that our friend neglected to pay attention to Tip for Evil Overlords #176: ‘While both heavily decorated body armor and long billowing capes are impressive and intimidating, top heavy designs and long cloaks are not suitable attire for windy areas.’
“BWHAHA.. Ha.. Ha….?” A look of puzzlement crossed his face as he suddenly found himself leaning backwards at a steadily increasing angle. Then a large sweatdrop appeared on his forehead as the laws of drag, torque, and inertia began to make themselves known.
“Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” He squeaked as he suddenly fell out of sight down the side of the mountain. This was followed by a host of new, interesting noises. Bang. Clatter. Swish. Pling. Thud. And, eventually, a sound that seemed to reverbrate through reality itself, without bothing with the slow but tried and true methed of being transmitted one molecule of air to another… SHATTER.
“Uh oh….”
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Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts easily kept his balance as he walked along the top of a chainlink fence on his way back from school, as usual. So far the day had been rather unusual however. Unusually good.
Ranma had actually been awake this morning, so he had been able to forgo Akane’s usual wake up treatment. Pops had (as usual) gotten his butt kicked in the morning sparing session. Akane had been too busy to help Kasumi prepare (ie, poison) breakfast, so it was actually edible. They had managed to make it to school on time, and Kuno had been too busy to fighting with his father the Principle over something or over to notice ‘The beauteous Akane Tendo’ and ‘The Vile Saotome’ walk past. School had been remarkably uneventful. Ryoga hadn’t hown up to fight him. Happosi hadn’t run by with a bag full of undergarments. Akane hadn’t even malleted him yet for something that wasn’t his fault. And best of all, so far he’d gone the whole day without once getting doused with cold water!
Yes, it was turning out to be a pretty good day for Ranma Saotome!
Of course, as well all know Ranma is practically the embodiment of Yin and Yang. When something good happens, something bad inevitably follows to balance things out and keep things interested. And bad luck is rarely slow catching up with a certain pig tailed martial artists.
None the less, Ranma had hardly been expecting the strange shattering sound that seemed to reach his brain without passing through his ears, nor had he expected the sudden chill it sent down his spine.
Of course, he was a bit distracted by what followed as:
“OWCH!” Ranma cried, rubbing the back of his head. “Who threw that… Hmmmm” At his feet lay a small shard of stone, almost seeming to glow in the sunlight. “May, maybe I can sell this to Nabiki and get a few yen taken off my debt…”
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