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!

The Fen King has taken up the task of ending the world. What could say "comedy" more than that setup?

In the first of its kind, Battling Dragons goes to the most absurd as Zig, Entropy, and the Fen King try to figure out how to destroy the world and who is stopping them. Hilarity and nonsense ensue.

There was once a village to the west of a mountain where a witch lived. The witch would cast spells to protect the village and the island it was on. Yes, she was a good witch, until the day of which a dragon was born.

That dragon was the Hellcross dragon...it was known throughout the world because of its savage nature and its evil-binding call. The witch tried to stop the dragon from rampaging towards the island, but instead was cut by its poisonous tail, making her sick and frail so that she could not defend against the poison, and allowing it to take over her body and turn her purely evil.

Dear Steve,

"We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this breaking report. We take you now to Cliff Danielson."

"Tragedy struck today in ways that no one ever expected to actually happen. Officials believed it to be a seasonal hoax, despite the flood of calls received on the matter. Now, it is known to be true. Ladies and gentlemen, we are being attacked... by the living dead. Hordes of decomposed bodies have risen from their graves and now walk among us, attacking the living to, yes, feast on their brains. We would like to remind our viewers that his is not a joke in any way, nor is it a themed, fictional program. This is real. We advise all of our viewers at home to stay there. Do not attempt to leave to find safer grounds. Officials are dealing with the situation. We take you now to the front of the epid-di-di-dimic with-ith-th-th-..." The broadcast broke to a nearly black screen, but faint outlines of a figure could be seen in the shadows.

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!

Dust swirled up from the ground to join its airborne brethren that clouded the air like early-morning fog in San Francisco as I slowly walked through the slag and rubble. In the absolute silence, each footstep was like a marching army and the rasp of my breath as I attempted separate oxygen from the venerable dirt that passed for air seemed as though it could drown out a war. In truth I was grateful for even these small respites; as anyone who has experienced both can tell you, a complete lack of sound is far more deafening, far more unnerving than the most heinous sounds of battle. It's not fear so much as an unidentifiable disturbance, a feeling that something around you is very, very wrong. Although it was, by my best estimate, mid-afternoon, the little light that filtered its way through to the surface had more of an overcast, late evening quality. Omaha, Nebraska. A thoroughly depressing place on the best of days.