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Week - 708

Scoring Big When You're Bad At Games
by katehoughtonbeckett
Description: As much as I have always enjoyed playing games, I’ve never been that great at them. It hasn’t stopped me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that it made earning Neopoints through games and scoring the much coveted trophies and avatars easy.

Week - 710

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas
by katehoughtonbeckett
Description: It’s Christmas in Neopia and you can feel the excitement in the air. Shops are stocking seasonal goodies, pets are bundling up in their finest seasonal wear, and people are excitedly visiting the advent calendar. It truly is Christmas in Neopia.

Week - 714

Filling Your Trophy Cabinet
by katehoughtonbeckett
Description: I have been doing my best to find the games that I, and others who aren’t great when it comes to games, can attain with just a little practice and timing everything just right. The games listed aren’t all flash games, but they’re trophies that aren’t always suggested as the easy-to-get ones.

 
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Anniversary- Epilogue
I was wondering where those guys went...

by caylista

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Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Two
I know that people pay a lot of money for a neohome with a nice, ocean view. To me, it doesn’t seem worth it. After twenty-four hours at sea in an enchanted glass bottle, I was pretty sure I had gotten the gist of the ocean; it was just a giant mass of green, choppy, salty water sprinkled with the occasional fish or piece of trash. I was so bored.

by vanessa1357924680

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Duplicity: Part Five
Each individual’s magical energy was as a river, constantly ebbing and flowing through its owner as it was expended and renewed. The maximum amount of energy anyone could have was fixed at a certain amount, and though there was no real mathematical quantification of it, every trained sorcerer intuitively knew the “correct” value it should have been at.

by likelife96

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Nerkmid Dreams: Unexpected Wall Decorations
Uh, yeah, I totally sold them...

Art by brooklyn3223

by therainbowsheep


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Just a Grarrl
Memories of Captain Emilia Grarrl

by gooduntill1910



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