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Week - 712

A Kadtacular Christmas
by brooklyn3223
Description: Vinny pressed his nose into the glass, a fine mist clouding the window as he breathed. It was a mild day in Neopia Central, they don’t feel the same chill that comes to the residents of Happy Valley, but he was still sporting a light blue jacket. Vinny was out with owner looking at the Neopian shops for Christmas gifts when a particular establishment caught his eye.

Week - 714

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

Art by brooklyn3223


Week - 718

Tough Competition
by brooklyn3223
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Also by alyndasgallery


Week - 721

The Struggle With Snowwy
by brooklyn3223
Description: I just don't get it.

Week - 722

Count Von Roo's Deadly Hour
by brooklyn3223
Description: It's all starting to make sense.

Also by azusa_k


 
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Throwing the Perfect Neopian Times Party
If you love the Neopian Times as much as we do, then you have considered throwing a party for no reason other than to celebrate it! If that’s the case, then we would absolutely love to aid you in your endeavor.

Also by drobit.

by bha288


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Why Kads Pend Forever

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Eclectic Antics: Winter
We all have that one friend.

Also by parody_ham

by amarettoball


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Fortune Gone Wrong
Well, at least he's accurate.

Also by basilio42

by iluminescent


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Underwater
I'm a water Lutari who's lived her entire life in a network of caves deep under the ocean. I've never seen the sky, or the sun, or other people—except for my mum, but that one is a given for most kids, isn't it? I sleep in a bed of warm, blue sponge—magic, no doubt—and go fishing once a week with my mum for what she calls the "necessities." I play with various things my mum says come from the "surface," and occasionally the odd plushie that pops up in the fishing hole.

by peronalodis



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