[Static could be heard for a few seconds before the PCD switches to the sound of... scratching. Yes, scratching and explosions. As well as the occasional scream from some animal, most likely a tooth fairy or something like that.

Behind the noises, one could hear a female Ranma grumbling.]

Stupid moose with their eating habits.

[The feed opens, showing Ranma in the beautiful gardens of Babylon. He was looking very concerned and confused at the camera, as if he had seen something very strange even to his standards. Behind him, it was obvious to see why. There were tiny moose on the trees munching on leaves, on the ground tanning in the sun, or wandering around aimlessly ( Read more... )

[The feed opens, showing a shirtless Ranma in the Wastelands. He was currently doing a Northern Shaolin kata, but modified extensively to have more hang time in the air. Punches and kicks were thrown at a rapid pace, with each punch and kick releasing red fire balls all around him, hitting the sand... as well as some of the wildlife. He ended the ( Read more... )

[Ranma was on the steps of the Taj Mahal. He was concentrating as he looked at a big ball of orange flame in his hands. Sweat could be seen pouring on his forehead as he kept up the flame ( Read more... )

[Ranma was seated underneath his favorite tree. He was facing away from the PCD, as only the back of his Chinese shirt and his pigtail can be seen clearly. The teenager was clutching his head and shuddering even as his ki flared erratically ( Read more... )

[The feed opens to show Ranma sitting cross legged in front of a tree. He was bare chested, showing his well-developed musculature and the faint scars all over his chest. However, the real eye-hooker here was the huge black dragon wings behind his back, looking all too sinister even as they covered most of the tree he was in front of due to their ( Read more... )

[The PCD opens, showing the Hanging Gardens of Babylon looking as majestic as ever. In front of his favorite tree was Ranma, back to his normal self. He was glaring at his hand, which was just glowing a soft blue.]

Damn it! Why isn't it working?

[He growled in frustration, something atypical for the normally carefree teen. He then closed his eyes ( Read more... )

[The PCD was showing the gorgeous interior of the Taj Mahal. There seemed to be nothing out of place with it... except for the discarded makeshift wooden cup that was right in front of it that had one drop of a red liquid left. There were also the shredded remains of red and black silk clothing, shoes, and bracers. Suddenly the PCD was picked up ( Read more... )

[There are the corpses of the top halves of three angels displayed on the PCD. They are frozen and impaled on ice, with their blood frozen in mid-burst from their chest. Their faces were frozen in agony in their final moments. As for their lower bodies... they were apparently the bloody smears on the grass ( Read more... )

[Ranma is shown sitting on a throne of made of nothing but ice... while in the midst of a bright green field of grass and trees. His face was set in a scowl as he idly twirled a frozen branch and watched his breath condense in the air despite the warmness of spring ( Read more... )