The cheese of lore, the Legendairy, is up for grabs in the Rumbl-o-Rama race! It is the same thing all over again, but slightly different.

This doppleganger story sees the events of the original RoR from a non-elder member perspective, although pretty much the same people joined in. See the mad goblin, the blue clad vagrant, and Writer77 in his final RoR appearance ever!

Dear Steve,

The classic RE favorite continues! After failing to keep the Tome of Ten Magicks from wicked hands, the end is near. Old enemies are united to stop a possessed Vincent before he destroys the world!

The entire cast of the celebrated Aftermath: the Prologue returns along with new characters and surprises.

The Kirby universe proves to be no Dream Land for this cast of misfit characters. Rejects such as Kine, Jumpin' Dan, Gabon, and Blopper try to prove they can be heroes, too. Do they succeed? Would it be funny if they did?

Join in on the rare-for-RE fan-fiction madness as these lovable losers leave nothing sacred!

One late night one would find her on a journey, already 7 miles from her home.. Tucked between two tree trunks, Jadis gazed out at the moonlight field. It shone like silver, so bright against the dark bachround of the forest. She looked also towards the speckled sky, the stars looked like glitterthrown by a child onto black paper. It was a beutiful night, but the darkness held secrets.

A crazed and motley gaggle of adventurers seek to claim the fame offered in the second occurrence of the grand competition held one year, one month, one week, and one day prior. Rumbl-o-Rama, the race to the place to feed your face! Competitors old and new alike dash, battle, and scheme to secure the grand prize, the Sharp Cheddar Legendary Dairy. Who will succeed? Who will die? Who will pay their exorbitant bar tabs?!?

The old soldier wound his way through the streets of the town, his sinuous, Eastern dragon familiar following in his footsteps. Everywhere were the signs of a long, hard winter; sodden paths, waterlogged houses and still-white snowdrifts. Here and there, patches of grass, flowers and other growing things struggled to reclaim their world from the grasp of the cold season. The adventurer sniffed. He loved the cold, for some unknown reason it sustained him, and the signs of a coming spring always turned his mood sour.