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MASKS OF DREAD SPECIAL
Quest For The Ultimate Mask
What a bizarre collection,
shapes and sizes so unique,
each design so mysterious,
you will find what you seek.
Help gather information
the reputed Saskia asks,
just go on some quests
wearing these peculiar masks.
Enjoy one as a souvenir
for your willingness to assist,
to further my exotic wares,
if you get the gist.
Come back each day
to test out a different mask,
I assure that you will
be rewarded for these tasks.
A new stall opens
in the Haunted Faire,
will this one bring us
joy or dispair?
I slip inside the cart
and take a look around,
it is mostly empty
besides these simple things I found:
five little masks
so varied in design,
yet each are made so lovingly
by Saskia (and maybe some twine).
Fairest of Feathers Mask:
beautiful and soft,
the wearer will feel magnificent
as the feathers wave aloft.
Mystical Geraptiku Mask:
basic, yet full of lore,
the expression on this mask
intrigues me even more!
Solar Flare Mask:
red and ablaze,
wear this one too long
and your head will want to part ways!
Steam Respiration Mask:
metalic and helpful,
wearing this mask
will take a fashion toll!
Evil Coconut Mask:
fuzzy and mysterious,
placing this mask upon your head
might make you quite delirious!
All these masks before me,
I don't know what to do!
Saskia waits patiently for me
to pick a mask so she can give me my clue!
Masks Of Dread
In the middle of the Haunted Faire,
Amidst the ghosts and ghouls,
Is a caravan in disrepair,
That doesn't welcome fools.
Silky purple curtains,
Are hung 'round and about,
With a ropey, wooden, Neovian theme,
Both inside the place and out.
A Cybunny named Saskia,
Lifts her pretty head,
But instead of looking your way,
She looks at masks instead.
"This is the Masks of Dread," she says,
As she folds her ears back,
"Maybe you could help a while,
Whilst I get through this stack?"
The masks are spread before her,
With an oh-so-wicked stare,
As she beckons you in closer,
To pick one you will wear.
With your mask in place she claps her paws,
And sends you on a quest,
You hurry through and speed on back,
Hoping she will be impressed.
She thanks you with a wink and says,
"I knew you wouldn't slack,
Keep that mask for helping out,
But please promise to come back."
You leave the faire in puzzlement,
And try and think it through,
I wonder, do you own the mask,
Or does the mask own you?
Masks Of Dread
Passing whispers brush your ears.
Tales of a mysterious Cybunny reach the faire.
From behind her table covered in strange gear,
she silently watches the bustling square.
Test her foreign masks and you’ll be repaid.
Your photo could end up perched behind her cart
but if you fail, don’t be dismayed
for many Neopians can’t play this peculiar part.
A Masked Secret
Masks of Dread we wear on our head,
On quests for Saskia's pleasure.
Where we will go, no one will know,
But we hope to find some treasure.
They're evil, you see, as masks can be,
Be wary wandering the night.
Venture alone and all that you've known,
Could soon be out of your sight.
Controlling your senses, losing defenses,
The mask has taken your mind.
A full-circled moon, will join you soon,
In leaving the world behind.
You ask for treats, those sugary eats,
From house to house so quick.
And when you're stiffed, you get quite miffed,
Then resort to an awful trick.
It's not your crime, you're only a mime,
Of the mask that changed your heart.
But only this eve, would you need to retrieve,
Candies both sweet and tart.
You hurry back, with your sugary sack,
Completing your final quest.
From the curse, you're healed,
The truth, revealed,
The Cybunny was quite distressed.
"I'm ever so delighted, you ventured united,
Into the dark and humble abyss.
These candy heaps, are for the beast who sleeps,
Throughout the year in bliss.
Each year I'll amass, every good lad and lass,
To collect some saccharine chow.
For if ever I don't, the beast he won't,
Sleep through the year, I vow."
Saskia's command, a plan most grand,
Sent the masked to do her deeds.
Now every year we're all in fear,
Of the beast the candy feeds.
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