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Week - 858

What Happens In Grave Danger...
by chasingshadow
Description: but like how...

Week - 871

Making Neopoints The Hard Way, Pt. 1
by chasingshadow
Description: I'm doing great

Art by jupiter534


Week - 873

Making Neopoints The Hard Way, Pt. 2
by chasingshadow
Description: the market is cruel...

Art by jupiter534


Week - 875

A not-so-nice fortune
by chasingshadow
Description: what a great fortune wow

 
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Introduction to a Shiverling — Timmou's Spotlight
You probably don't know this. The vast majority of the Neopian population doesn't. Fret not if you don't know, for I am here to enlighten you. If you wish to grab a jacket first, allow me to pause and wait for you. For the temperature is about to go sub-zero.

by dewdropzz

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The Lost Tomb of the Old Kingdom
The sun’s light shined upon the dunes of the Lost Desert, casting away the cold spell that enveloped the night, giving way to waves of heat, as if the sands were lit ablaze. The seemingly endless rolling hills of sand extended far beyond the horizon, each grain sparkling in the sun, undisturbed and still. All except for one particular stretch, where the sands shifted, step by step, as three young travelers hiked through the vast expanse.

by shadowknight_72

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What is Punchbag Bob's favorite drink?
Do tell

Idea by user: z0mg

by zysen


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A Child's Pursuit of a Powerful Legend
One sunny day, Walda the Baby Kacheek was playing with her friends at school recess. Walda was going down the slide when the teacher blew the whistle, signaling that the children had to return to class.

by _brainchild_

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A Story of the Haunted Woods
The Storyweaver stood outside the Haunted Woods. It had been a while since the Faerie Xweetok had been there. It had not been a good experience. But somewhere in those woods was someone who needed to be told a story, and it was her duty to be the storyteller who told it.

by june_scarlet



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