|Preparing Neopia for the Meepits
||Issue: 380 | 20th day of Awakening, Y11
|The Adventures of Jake the Explorer!: Part Six"Exploring, eh? That's what I LIVE for. How 'bout we team up together, eh, old chap?" Mr. Colchester grinned my way. |
|Sky Pirates!: Part FourThe crew didn't need telling twice. They rushed to light the cannons. A few moments later, three cannonballs were hurled across the ocean. |
|Pipes: Part Six"Today, men and women, we are doing the same thing that we've done for five years. Cleaning."|
|The Tale of Woe: The Musical! - Part FiveTest and dig, test and dig,
This graveyard certainly is big!
|Smell the Scents: Part Five"Joe, are you sure this is safe?" asked Timmy nervously. They had been plodding along Joe's thin path for a while now...|
|A Mysterious Heir: Part FourSyri couldn't take it anymore. "I am the princess of Mysica! Answer my question right now!"|
|Farside Base: Part ThreeI was just following Kent out of the room as the view outside the window-wall dissolved into static...|
|Her Majesty's Champions: Part ThreeSomeone banged on the door of the Grand Council Chamber. "Milady Fyora! I must speak with you at once!"|
|Cycle of the Moon: Part FiveWhen they arrived at the pavilion, Huanyi was already there. The pink Kougra was busy giving orders...|
|An Unlikely Group of Heroes: Part Three"What do you mean, it's closed?" a high-pitched voice screamed in the distance. |
|Outsider Within: Face of Evil - Part TwoHe half smiled. "I still haven't seen you fight with that skinny sword of yours. It's just for show, isn't it?"|
|A Love of Music: Part Two"Uh, Lydia, I-well-I lost some of our Neopoints."|
|Chasing Moons: Part TwoThe view through the windshield was a chaotic swirl of purple and black. She had to drag her hands around the array of buttons to ignite the secondary jets. This was, if it could so be called, the tricky part.|
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Being a Responsible Neo-Chatter
We tend to forget that there are people behind these pixels, we forget all the times we've done the same things those we criticize have done, and in a way, we choose to forget. We are quick to judge, and ultimately, we are our own arbiters. We may not realize it when we pass judgment or make a snide comment about someone else, but what is really said in that comment is a reflection on our own nature. What does insulting...
Presumably, because I'm Darigan, everyone would think I have no heart or something, that I'm just an emotionless statue – what a false accusation!