A standalone figure watched above, away from the frantics of the busy street. He turned his hooded head over, to where his shadowy face was finally visible. His red pupils shifted from one crowd to another, his mouth twitching, in the ice cold rain. His sleek hand rubbed off the hood, as his he concentrated, on the ocean of commotion, brought on by the humans.

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.

Long before any other writing on this site, a horrible, horrible attempt was made to start a writing tradition on Reality's End.

As is painfully obvious from this story, this site was not yet ready for writing.

Relive all of the suckage and questionable writing skill that makes you realize just how great the REWS is today in this oldie-but-baddie which was the basis for the cult classic RoR! Amazing but sadly true!

Two mercenary magi have stolen the Tome of Ten Magicks from the Thanox Corporation, and they want it back. So does a poisonous potion maker, a dark angel, and a twisted Collar. Everyone will have to fight to keep the Tome from the wrong hands, whoever those are.

This magical, modern-day fantasy epic is the celebrated, original Reality's End work whose success has yet to be duplicated, even until this day.

"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.

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.