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Interview with Snargan: The Skeith behind the Game by really_awesome_d00d | Description: It’s caused both tears of joy and tears of sorrow
in more hopeful Neopians than you might think. Double or Nothing is a game solely
dependant on luck – and, of course, the size of the player’s purse. |
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Faerie Song by laurelinden | Description: Being captured was frightening enough, but this was
every faerie's worst fear confirmed.
Also by Really_Awesome_D00d |
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Chicken Dance by really_awesome_d00d | Description: He thought in dismay of his sister Nena, back
in Neopia Central, who had become convinced, somehow, that she was a chicken.
What had begun as an innocent cluck here and there soon expanded into a constant
storm of arm-flapping and pecking at the ground... Also by Laurelinden |
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Angel by really_awesome_d00d | Description: You'd think that after that
whiny little Shoyru persuaded Mom into getting a Halloween Paint Brush for him,
he'd be quiet for a little while. But no... |
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Once Upon a Fyora Day by really_awesome_d00d | Description: As the citizens of Faerieland awoke, excitement
beat in each of their hearts. Today was the day to celebrate Queen Fyora! |
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Little White Muse by really_awesome_d00d | Description: I went for a brisk run, took a hot bath, changed back into my clothes, cracked
my knuckles, grabbed my favorite pen… and got down to work. |
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Once Upon a Halloween Night by really_awesome_d00d | Description: In one hand, she clutched her white cloth sack.
In the other, she held the real prize, the treasure of her costume... |
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What Counts by really_awesome_d00d | Description: He was a very talkative young boy and I remember wondering if he would ever be quiet. Then he said something that I would never forget... |
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Once Upon a Christmas Morning by really_awesome_d00d | Description: The young, sapphire-eyed
white Acara could never be seen without a whistle on her lips, a skip in her
stride, and a merry twinkle in her eye. Every waking moment was spent counting
the presents at the base of the tree... |
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The Darkest Faerie Rises: Part One She was a young dark faerie who hated who she
was. She did not want to be evil or cruel; she thought that it was not fair
that she could not decide what kind of faerie she was to be...
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