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||Issue: 605 | 26th day of Swimming, Y15
|Turning Pages - Part 2I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to read your books in your own version of reality.|
|Dream Color!Life is a playground!|
|Road to Fame - Maggie's Idea (Part 3 of 6)She's not as dumb as she looks...
|So Says the Slorg!!What is this "dignity" of which you speak?|
|War Is EasierThat explains a lot...
|Literally ~ 999,999 DaysDo the math...
|Oh Em Gee, I'm M.S.P: SpoilsKanrik... *sigh*|
|Deranged But FunBehold, the versatility of Neopian mushrooms!|
|Just StuffsWhatcha thinkin' about?
Idea by madamkambria
|A Disguising ExperienceSurprising obstacles occur when submitting a comic.
Idea by magnetismo
|Improper UseIf Dr_Death and Rose spoke another language, what would it be? (Hint: it isn't Tyrannian!)|
|Squid Slippers - Secrets of the Ice PowerupHuh, what's this?|
|...::: Yooyus Are Nasty :::...-Bonus-Something is missing... But what?...
|Not Ill!Wasn't this so much more fun than helping a Dark Faerie?... I thought so!~|
|Down the Symol HoleIt's very mysterious!|
|ImmunityRun, Boochi is here!|
|Witty Title: A New RoommateWhat's up?|
|Twin!Ahh, from the mouths of babes - WHOA, WAIT, what did you just say?!|
|You Are So Wasting TimeNice choice, captain.|
|True Tales from NeopiaWhy, this NEVER happens to me! Nuh-uh!|
|Dead End: Boochi 2He's... he's --!|
|Tomato Omelettes: My Imaginary FriendThis is embarrassing.|
|BTRP: Certainly 'Something'She means well... we think.|
|Fury in the KingdomTo be fair we don't think anyone knows what to do with angry Peophins.|
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Venturing to the Vortex
"Sometimes, you'll go all day without so much as a nibble." An older, Purple Krawk sits hunched over the dark waters. In his well-worn claws, a frail rod dangles above the lake as a bobber floats atop the vortex. His shipwreck shorts and fishing vest seemed to be covered in so much sand and salt it makes one wonder how many days, weeks or maybe even years the Krawk has been venturing out to Ye Olde Fishing Vortex...
|The Rehabilitation of a Meepit|
The day we met, Cecil the Meepit was late. He knew it didn't matter, in all probability no one would notice because of the sheer privacy in which it was held.