Well, here it is: Chapter 6 of The Game, for those of you who *demanded* I finish it. I-- I mean asked politely for me to hurry up and get it done...
 If you're unsatisfied with Shampoo's nightmare, (which I'm sure some of you are bound to be...) All I can say is I'm sorry. It's extremely hard and next to impossible to please everyone.

(As always C&C welcome. Not to mention needed)

----------------------
THE GAME
By: Angela Jewell
----------------------

Based on the trilogy, The Forbidden Game by L.J. Smith

    Ranma 1/2 is the property and creation of Rumiko Takahashi, and
whoever else owns it. I'm not making any money off of this so don't sue
me. Besides, good luck if you tried. I'm broke.

***
Volume 1:
Spellbound
***

we will find the perfect place to go
where we can run and hide
i will build a wall
and we can keep them on the other side
   -Nine Inch Nails

***
Chapter 6
***

    When they opened the door they weren't sure what to expect: big green monsters with dripping fangs and long curved claws, or small little elves, with razor sharp teeth and pointed horns... definitely not what they saw before them...

    They were in the Nekohanten.

    Shampoo released the deep breath she'd been holding and turned to Akane in confusion. "What we doing here?" she asked, glancing around the room in surprise.

    Akane shrugged, completely at a loss. "I don't suppose this was your nightmare, by any chance?" she asked hopefully.

    "Course not!" Shampoo replied, her voice taking on a hint of indignation. "Shampoo have much *much* worst nightmare than stupid job!"

    "Of course you do," Akane retorted, finding herself anxious to stand up to the Amazon and defend her reasonable question. "After all, chasing Ranma can't be all fun and games."

    Shampoo glared resentfully at Akane. "Violent girl be careful," she warned, her voice as cold as ice. "Or Shampoo get mad... and you no want make Amazon warrior mad."

    Akane ignored the threat and moved towards one of the many tables that filled the Nekohanten. "Well... I guess I should have asked you this *before* we kicked open the door, but what *was* your nightmare, Shampoo?"

    "Shampoo no can remember," she answered coldly.

    "Really, Shampoo," Akane sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "Do you REALLY expect me to believe that?!"

    "Shampoo no care what you believe," she answered truthfully, her
words filled with scorn. "Besides. Is Akane's fault we here in first place. Shampoo no owe explanation. Nightmare is Shampoo business. Not Akane."

    "The hell it isn't!" Akane exploded. "Your nightmare is about to come true Shampoo! What part of that _don't_ you understand?!"

    Shampoo remained silent a moment, then met Akane's eyes with a look of total and utter conviction. "Shampoo face nightmare alone. Is matter of honor. If Shampoo no can beat nightmare then Shampoo no have right to be Amazon warrior."

    "But, Shampoo..." Akane began.

    "This Shampoo fight," she interrupted. "No concern violent pervert girl."

    That did it. Akane's temper-- which had been slowly burning since Shampoo had begun to speak and which she had managed to keep pretty much under control considering the circumstances-- finally burst. "Damn it, Shampoo!" she yelled, her fists clenched and her face red with anger. "This isn't just about _you_ anymore. This entire thing is going to affect me too! Why in the world do you think we're here in the first place?!" she asked angrily, the absurdity of this whole situation finally asserting itself. "I'm this psychopath's prize for crying out loud!"

    Shampoo remained silent, rooted to the very spot where she stood.

    "Look," Akane continued relentlessly. "I know you all think I'm not as good of a martial artist as you, but I'm *still* a martial artist, got it? Besides, considering the circumstances I'm the *only* one who can help you with this nightmare. And who knows... you might need my help after all..."

    "But, Akane..." Shampoo began weakly.

    "And I know you're right." Akane interrupted, holding her hand up to silence her before she could finish her sentence. "It _is_ my fault we're all here in the first place. Which only makes me more determined to make sure that we all get out of here alive. But in order to do that, I have to know what we're up against. Now-- I'm going to ask you this one more time, Shampoo-- and please answer truthfully. What is your nightmare? "

    Shampoo sighed in defeat. Akane's argument was too well justified to argue against. She couldn't think of a single thing she could say that would help her case. But that still didn't mean she had to tell Akane everything... "Don't worry," she said at last, trying her best to sound reassuring. "Nightmare no come true yet-- might no come true at all-- Akane know when Akane see." Shampoo turned her back on Akane without another word and headed towards the only door in the room: The door they had entered the Nekohanten through. Akane-- her anger spent-- silently fumed as she followed her.

    "Just great," she thought to herself, "I'm no better off now than I was to begin with!"

    Shampoo stood before the door they had entered and reached for the door handle-- only to be met with empty air when she was mere inches away from touching it. Somehow... the doornob had disappeared!

    A loud creaking sound succeeded it, and then, as quickly as the doornob had vanished, the door itself followed its lead. Slowly, it began to shimmer and blink, until at last it too vanished completely from sight. Shampoo started in surprise and took a step back, the sound of Akane gasping behind her echoing in her ears.

    "Shampoo..." Akane began uneasily, backing away from the door that had stood before her only moments before, "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

    Shampoo shook her head as she too began to slowly inch away from
the now empty doorway. "Shampoo no idea." she answered truthfully, all
pretense of her composed state gone.

    Further conversation was cut short as a loud, deafening rumbling erupted from behind them. Both girls turned around simultaneously, their battle senses now alert. What looked like a large ball of light was slowly advancing towards them. Its center-- brightest of all-- blinding them whenever they looked into it.

    "What is it?" Akane asked Shampoo, more out of confusion than out of fear.

    Shampoo shrugged her shoulders, almost as confused as Akane.
"Shampoo no know," she replied. "Akane think is dangerous?" she asked.

    "How am I suppose to know?" Akane replied. "Floating balls of lights don't usually approach me, Shampoo."

    The two stood completely still, watching the light as it continued to advance towards them. Then, when it was only about a foot away, the light exploded, enveloping the two surprised martial artists in its bright, blinding glow.

    Seconds later, the cruel sounds of laughter echoed throughout the room. Then, the Nekohanten was shrouded in darkness...


                    T    *    *    *   G

    Akane awoke; surprised to find herself securely restrained against a hard slate table. The cold smooth surface alerted her senses and she blinked several times, trying to fight off the dizziness that clouded her vision.

    Above her, a large bright light floated, suspended in the air by some unnatural force.

    Akane turned her head to the side as far as her binds would allow. There, a few feet to her to her right, was Shampoo, restrained in much the same manner.

    Futilely she struggled against the restraints, trying to free her arms and legs. Shampoo's labored breathing could be heard from the small distance that separated them.

    Akane turned her head to the side, trying to catch Shampoo's attention. Unfortunately, she was so engrossed in her battle with her bindings, that she failed to notice her.

    "Shampoo," Akane questioned, trying to catch the Amazon's attention, "What's going o--"

    Her question was cut short as the sound of something approaching echoed in her ears. The sound was loud and unnerving; like the pounding of something heavy hitting concrete. Akane strained her head around, trying to find out what was making the deafening sound. When she glanced over to Shampoo, she noticed that the Amazon had finally calmed down and was lying still on the table. Something was wrong though... Her whole face was completely white, and her entire body seemed to tremble.

    Shampoo's expression immediately hardened as the sound increased, coming closer with each deafening pounding. With one last violent effort, she began to tug with a newfound fury at the ropes that were binding her. The light suspended above her body, growing brighter with each passing effort. Her struggles were fierce and wild and her face was red from her exertions.

    After several minutes, the Amazon lay back against the table, tired and defeated. No closer to being free from her restraints than she'd been when she'd started.

    Akane had no idea what to do. Shampoo had refused to say what her nightmare was, so how in the world was she suppose to help her get out of it? All she knew was that her nightmare must involve some sort of evil creature.

    And *that* narrowed the choices down considerably�

    Akane struggled against her binds as the sounds of those loud pounding footsteps continued to come closer. The more she struggled however, the tighter they seemed to become. Akane stopped her struggling, trying to figure out how she could get out of this.

    Suddenly out of nowhere, a loud, sharp clanging noise sounded throughout the room and Akane turned her head in the direction the sound had come from.

    There, over to her far left in the corner of the room, a door had appeared out of nowhere. It wasn't like any other door she'd ever seen. It was surrounded entirely by vines� while little pink and white flowers adorned it. It filled the room with a unique scent, a perfume that resembled peppermint but smelled a little too sweet.

    "Shampoo, do you see that?" she called, turning her head towards the struggling Amazon. "There's a door over there!"

    Shampoo's struggles ceased as she looked towards the direction Akane was nodding towards. Akane faintly noted how the light above Shampoo's table had seemed to dim somewhat towards the end of her struggles.

    That was odd...

    Shampoo turned her head away from the door as she continued trying to loosen the ropes around her. "Shampoo no have time admire door, she replied, her voice tired and strained. "Shampoo get loose before Kuan Hou-ai come."

    "Kuan Hou-ai?" Akane asked, confused. "What in the world is that?"

    Shampoo turned towards Akane, a troubled expression lighting her face. "You no want know," she replied.

    Akane looked at her blankly, her anger ignited by a single spark. "What do you mean, 'I no want know?'" she screamed. "Of course I do! What the hell
is it, Shampoo?!"

    "Kuan Hou-ai," Shampoo began, her voice shaking slightly, "Was very very evil monster in Amazon village. Is very big... *very* dangerous."

    Akane found herself blinking in confusion. Shampoo was afraid of something as common as a... as a run of the mill monster?

    The very thought was ludicrous!

    *Children* were afraid of monsters: Not fearless Amazon warriors! I mean, Shampoo was _use_ to fighting against monsters and ghosts... the fact that she could be frightened of one in particular floored her.

    "This very special monster," Shampoo added quickly as if reading Akane's thoughts. "Kuan Hou-ai *very* evil: Was even feared by most honored elders."

    "What do you mean, 'was?'" Akane asked, intrigued. "I mean, did you ever have to fight it before or something?"

    Shampoo shook her head. "Shampoo no fight Kuan Hou-ai," she explained. "Is legend pass down through many many generation. Kuan Hou-ai evil enemy: Force Shampoo ancestors to offer sacrifice every new moon. Must be female Amazon warrior-- monster no want males. Actually, now Shampoo think about it..." Shampoo paused, then sniffed in disdain, "Was smart monster!"

    Akane rolled her eyes. "And then what?" she prompted impatiently.

    "In return, Kuan Hou-ai protect village. No hunt Amazon warriors... outside new moon," she added.

    Akane blinked in surprise. "You mean to tell me that your village was  willing to sacrifice your own people to satisfy this monster?"

    "Village no have choice." she replied defensively. "If no sacrifice, Kuan Hou-ai threaten kill elders in village!"

    "Oh," Akane replied sheepishly. "Well... um... what happened next?"

    "Legend say: Every new moon, tournament take place. All young warrior fight-- loser of each match fight loser from preceding match. Loser over all become monster sacrifice. One new moon-- after tournament take place-- granddaughter of great elder lose match-- though destine be great warrior. Was no suppose to be in tournament in first place. Warrior broke Amazon law and entry in tournament was punishment."

    "Oh, now I see," said Akane. "Your elders were furious that they had to lose a promising young warrior. They stood up against Kuan Hou-ai and, I'm guessing, eventually defeated him, right?"

    Shampoo nodded her head. "Monster swear revenge: Promise he be back to finish what he start. Many honorable warrior die in bloody battle: Always fear monster come back. Finish job..."

    Akane nodded her head, finally understanding Shampoo's nightmare. What else would a fearless Amazon warrior be afraid of if not an old Amazon legend? A monster so frightening that ever her revered Amazon Elders feared its return? Even little children feared monsters in stories their parents told them...

    At that moment a bright light enveloped the room and Akane was forced to close her eyes tightly in order to block out its blinding rays. After only a couple seconds however, the light faded away, to be replaced once again with darkness.

    Akane heard Shampoo gasp and then cry out, and her eyes flew open in alarm.

    There it was, across the room-- a good distance away-- standing in a gaping hole in the far off wall.

    Now, seeing it for herself, she finally realized just *why* it was Shampoo's own, personal nightmare...

    Just its very presence *radiated* danger. And death.

    She didn't know where it had come from. It had just-- appeared-- when the bright light had left. And it was slowly, carefully, making its way towards them... Its large, gray body moving at a slow, sedate pace.

    She found to her astonishment that she couldn't move at all! She was actually paralyzed: Whether from fear or disbelief she wasn't sure...

    Its body was covered with dark green warts which looked old and wrinkled: Like a dried up old prune, with razor-sharp claws protruding from its back. Its mouth hung open at a grotesque angle, and its fangs-- dripping with saliva-- glinted in the darkness of the room. Its humongous feet were long and heavy and created large craters in its wake. And its hands were deformed and twisted-- with four sharp claws that extended from its long, bony fingers.

    But that's not what had captured her attention: What held her paralyzed and incapable of movement...

    It was its eyes.

    Eyes that burned a deep, glowing red in the darkness of the room and seemed to *penetrate* into you, leaving you feeling naked and exposed.

    And yet, there was something... familiar in its eyes. A glimmer of a memory that she couldn't quite place...

    'So this is what Shampoo's nightmare was,' she found herself thinking. Not the most logical thought in the world considering the circumstances-- but the fact that she could still think at all facing that-- that *thing*-- made up for it.

    Akane's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a soft whimper emanate from Shampoo's direction. Looking over towards Shampoo, Akane felt a sudden stab of pity. The Amazon's entire body was shaking, and her face was bright red from her desperate struggle to escape. The more she fought her binding however, the brighter the light above her seemed to glow. Akane looked up at her own light. It seemed� dimmer� somehow. The ropes which held her securely to the table even seemed slacker. She found she could even move her wrists a little when before she hadn't been able to move them at all.

    Akane looked back at the light above Shampoo, and noticed how
every time Shampoo stopped struggling, the light above her body dimmed considerably. Suddenly, she understood.

    The two lights were connected somehow.

    "Shampoo," Akane exclaimed, trying her hardest to control her shaking voice as Kuan Hou-ai continued to advance closer. "Struggle as much as you can! I think I might be able to get loose!"

    "WHAT AKANE THINK SHAMPOO DOING?" she yelled.

    Akane ignored her as she concentrated intently on the light above her own body; keeping herself as still as she possibly could. Shampoo on the other hand, continued to drain all the energy from Akane's light into hers, continuing her furious struggling.

    After only a few seconds, the light above Akane had seemed to dim again, and she found she could move her wrists quite easily. Concentrating with all her strength, Akane began to pull and tug on the ropes. Which she found, to her satisfaction, were coming looser by the minute.

    Akane lifted her head up to check on the status of the monster. Sure enough it was still coming closer, albeit at its slow and patient speed. It almost looked like it was taking its time... Like it knew they weren't going anywhere and had all the time in the world.

    Akane actually found herself fighting back a smile. It wouldn't think of them as a easy meal for long...

    Smiling triumphantly, she finally managed to slip her hands out of its constraints. Her wrists felt raw and she was sure she was bleeding; but she didn't have time to worry about that now. Leaning forward slightly, she reached down and undid the restraints binding her waist, then, sitting up completely, reached down to untie her ankles.

    A loud wailing filled the room, forcing Akane to cut her celebration short. The monster appeared to have realized she was free from her bindings...

    Akane leaped off the table and raced over towards Shampoo who was
still struggling relentlessly at her ropes: She could hear the sound of the monsters pounding footsteps echoing behind her.

    Akane began to tug furiously on the ropes that were binding Shampoo.

    As much as the Amazon got on her nerves, there was no way she could leave without her.

    Shampoo's face was stained with tears, and her body was shaking violently as she watched her worst nightmare approaching. She was hardly aware that Akane was right beside her, trying her hardest to break her free from the ropes. "Kuan Hou-ai--" she breathed.

    Akane freed one of Shampoo's wrists, and met her eyes with a mixture of sympathy and impatience. "Please Shampoo--" she urged, "You *have* to snap out of it! I need your help to get you out of these things!"

    Shampoo reached over mechanically with her free hand and untied her other wrist, all the while never taking her eyes off of the monster that was fast approaching. Next, after both her wrists were free, she leaned forward slightly to undo the rope binding her waist while Akane moved towards the table to untie her ankles.

    And then, her eyes widened in fear as she saw the monster right behind Akane. Its red eyes burning as it surveyed her, its mouth open-- and its fangs-- bared and ready, drooling with anticipation. She barely had time to scream, "Akane!" when the monster let out a tremendous wail, lifted up one of its long sharp claws, and made a well aimed blow directly at Akane's back...

    Akane turned around at the last possible moment, only to see the giant claw coming towards her-- and did the only thing she could do--

    She closed her eyes and screamed.

    Shampoo watched in horrified silence as the monster's giant claw continued its downward motion, aimed directly at Akane's back.

    Then watched in shocked surprise as a shimmering shadow appeared a couple feet behind the monster, glowing a beautiful shade of blue. Suddenly, time seemed to slow as a bright flash of glowing red energy left the shimmering being and headed straight towards the distracted monster.

    Whatever it was the blue shadow had thrown, hit the monster from behind, enveloping it completely in the strange red glow. Kuan Hou-ai was lifted off the ground and dragged back a safe distance away from Akane, before its fatal strike could connect. Its large mouth hung open-- its teeth bared-- as it roared in anger and disgust, its red eyes glowing with undeniable fury.

    While all this was happening, Akane's eyes had remained glued firmly shut, waiting for the inevitable blow she was sure was coming. After several strained minutes however, the inevitable pain she'd been expecting, never came and Akane opened one of her eyes warily.

    To her surprise, Kuan Hou-ai was no longer there, but a good distant away from her, glowing a strange shade of red. A few seconds later, the red glow disappeared and the monster hit the floor-- face first-- with an audible crash, a giant hole burned into its scaly back. Slowly and silently, Shampoo and Akane watched as the giant monster began to sink into the floor, wisps of smoke rising up around it.

    Shampoo tore her gaze away from the disturbing sight and back on the shimmering shadow that had been standing behind it only moments before.

    But the area was empty. There was no one there...

                        T    *    *    *   G

    Ranma's heart was pounding in his chest.

    He'd been forced to watch as Akane-- his uncute, violent, tomboy of a fianc�-- almost died. Again.

    To be perfectly honest, he was still in shock. Everything that had happened... had happened so fast. The monster approaching Akane as she helped Shampoo escape-- too stupid and distracted to notice it approaching from behind her-- that, or lack of skill that prevented her from sensing its presence...

    Then again... how could she *not* sense that big ugly monster behind her? Couldn't she have *smelled* it comin' or something?!

    "Akane, you idiot," he muttered softly, watching his fianc�'s face intently in the mirror. "What the hell were you thinking anyway?"

    Ranma took a deep, calming breath. He wasn't sure exactly who he
was more angry at: Akane for being so careless as to almost get killed-- or Gabriel-- for putting them all through hell for a stupid tomboy like Akane...

    What in the world did they all see in her, anyway?

    All the boys who hounded her at school-- Prince Kirin and later, Prince Toma. The list could go on... and now, to make matters worst, this prince of Shadows guy, Gabriel, wanted her too!

    Ranma had come to one simple conclusion: If they liked her at all it was because they weren't thinking with their heads but with something else...

    I mean, come on! What else *could* it be? Every single person that had ever liked her or admitted their undying love to her, had been met with violent hostility. Not that *he* had ever really liked her... And yet, THEY KEPT COMING BACK! What in the world were they thinking?!

    Love? Ha. What a laugh.

    Gabriel was just lucky he had saved Akane's life when he did. If he hadn't stopped the monster from stabbing Akane-- she would be *dead* right now--

    Dead.

    The reality hit him like a ton of bricks. On the other hand-- the thought of losing her to Gabriel hurt just as much...

    Although... he couldn't even *begin* to fathom why.

    And even if Ranma *was* grateful Gabriel had saved her life, what about the next time? If he had been even a second later with his blast, the Game would have been over. Finished. Kaput. *Both* teams would have lost: Not only the Game, but Gabriel's precious 'prize.'

    Ranma found himself fuming in anger the more he thought about how close Akane had come to being killed. Gabriel, as much as he might boast about his power, couldn't protect her all the time...

    Or could he?

    Even *Ranma* hadn't been able to do that!

    And what if Gabriel had been here with Ranma arguing, instead of watching the monster attack Akane? She could very easily have been killed!

    Gabriel, of course, would have quickly followed. He didn't care *how* strong this 'prince of shadows' guy was. If Akane-- or any of the others got hurt-- he'd see to it that he paid... no matter what the cost.

    This whole game was one big joke: The circumstances beyond his control.

    He hated this. Just HATED it!

    He didn't wanna just stand there and watch as Akane and his friends were  tortured mentally-- as well as emotionally-- by having to survive their darkest and deepest fears. Some things were better left alone and unchallenged. Facing your fears wasn't *always* for the best.

    Another question had been nagging at Ranma ever since they'd arrived in this strange new world within the Game. Why was Gabriel putting them all through this in the first place? If he *was* as powerful as he claimed to be, then why didn't he just *take* Akane?! Why go through all this pointless hassle?

    I mean, even if he *had* taken Akane, that wouldn't have stopped him from going after her... But, at least he'd be on familiar ground. Having to rescue Akane-- now, *that* he was used to. Akane having to rescue everyone else-- well, *that* he wasn't...

    And the worst thing was... he wasn't sure if she was even up to it. If *he* couldn't even beat Gabriel-- yet-- he reminded himself, then what kind of chance would Akane have, if any?

    With those troubling thoughts, and no answers forthcoming, Ranma turned his attention back on the mirror, his hands holding it in his iron grip.

    Akane would get through this, he assured himself. She had to...

    ... And he could feel this strong, tearing, pain in his chest. But he was oblivious to what it meant. He could only watch Akane's troubled face as she quickly stepped out of Shampoo's nightmare and into the bright hallway outside the room, the pain in his chest worsening with each passing moment...

    She *had* to, he repeated silently.

    Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the mirror, Ranma focused all of his energy and will power directly on Akane, willing her his strength and skill, even though he knew it was a futile effort.

    "Damn it," he muttered under his breath in frustration. "I REALLY hate this..."

                     T    *    *    *   G

    Akane released a shaky breath as she grabbed a hold of the long table Shampoo had been strapped against in order to steady herself. "Shampoo?" she asked softly in a voice barely above a whisper, "Do-- do you know what just happened?"

    Shampoo stepped carefully from off the table, her eyes glued to the spot where Kuan Hou-ai had been standing only moments before. Her
eyes were red and bloodshot, and her hands shaking.

    "Shampoo," Akane asked, her worry lighting her face as she placed a comforting hand on Shampoo's arm. "Are you alright?"

    Shampoo remained silent, hesitant to take her eyes off the floor. "Is-- is Akane okay?" Shampoo asked softly, lifting her eyes from off the floor to meet Akane's startled ones.

    Akane smiled encouragingly. "Yeah, sure. I'm alright."

    Shampoo returned her smile, "Shampoo glad."

    "Come on," Akane urged. "We should get out of here, we *are* still on time limit after all."

    Shampoo nodded her head and followed Akane towards the door, its too sweet peppermint scent filling her senses. "Odd," Shampoo muttered, more to herself than to Akane. "Is like door Shampoo see as small child in distant village..."

    Akane raised her eyebrow in confusion. "Really? Why didn't you mention that before?"

    Shampoo gave her a dark look. "Shampoo have more important things on mind."

    Akane cleared her throat uncomfortably as she reached for the doorknob. "Well, are you ready?" she asked.

    Shampoo nodded her head. "Shampoo ready," she answered mechanically.

    And with that said, Akane opened the door.

    The two girls stepped out of the room and into the brightly lit hallway outside, the door slamming shut behind them. The knowledge that their first nightmare was over, was not a comfort.

    The memory of it was still fresh in their minds.

***
End of Chapter 6
***


Authors Notes
_____________

    Questions? Comments? Flames?
    Um... don't bother with the Flames though, I'll just ignore them. I'm not very good with insults.
    Special thanks go to my pre-reader, Tom Schauer. Melissa... I tried to get a hold of you but your ICQ must still be screwing up... and also my various friends on ICQ who gave me suggestions and corrections.
    Also, Thanks go to Rumiko Takahashi, (for creating the Ranmaverse and all the wonderful characters in it) and to L.J. Smith (for being one of my favorite authors and for writing so many wonderful books!)
      Finally, thanks go to everyone who e-mailed me with praise or just encouraged me... or in some cases demanded :) I finish this chapter! I REALLY appreciate it!!!!! I just love getting your e-mails!
    Chapter 7 coming eventually. (Those of you have been waiting months for this chapter, know *exactly* what I mean...) My excuses: Same reasons. Because of school and, well... heck, I'm just lazy!

Ja!
____________


_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The sense of beauty is a tuning fork in
the brain that hums when we stumble on
something beautiful
    - David Gelernter
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _



T    *    *    *   G
My email/ ICQ:
jewellangela@hotmail.com
26382915

Homepage:
http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/ranma/Game.html
http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/ranma/index.html

T    *    *    *   G


________________________________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com