|The Price of Greatness: Part FourThe hulking Gnorbu advances rapidly, visceral cries of rage oozing from his misshapen lips. Despite the imminent danger, your first thought is to question whether or not mutants brush their teeth. Your companions are cowering behind you, too paralysed with fear to move. |
|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part SixPharazon didn’t know how long he had slept, but it was still night when he found himself suddenly awake. The fire was still going and he was warm enough—what had roused him was a deep and incoherent mumbling.|
|Undead Rising: Part Five“So do you think that Edward could be the Sun Warrior?” Zeena poked gently at Edward’s amulet, causing the Lenny to flinch a little and pull away. Fyora closed the book, handing it to Bernard. “Whether or not that is true remains to be seen. You must take the amulet to Altador to speak with Jerdana."|
|Defender Scarlet Shadow in the Deathly Mission: Part ThreeSopherie began to breathe heavily. Running from an assassin while carrying an injured Aisha was proving to be very taxing. She began to regret sneaking out of her house on this mission. But she couldn't quite regret coming to help Deme.|
|KATIPO I: Restart: Part TwoThe alien’s house is a castle-like mansion, perched on top of an empty mountain in Shenkuu like the nest of a lone Vullard. It’s got cream-coloured walls and tall, red-framed windows with dozens of horizontal panes jutting through them.|
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"They Called Him Dr. Death" by erikakaiser
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager. Scooping up injured Puppyblews, sneaking into the Kadoatery with a bag full of treats, even splinting an Alkenore’s tail after it had gotten slammed in a doorway. Finding them homes afterward, taking great pride in finding the right home, a place they could be happy and safe forever.
He’d always felt like there was a great well inside of him, an emptiness of sorts, and the only way to fill it was to give back. He used to painstakingly craft care sheets – what sorts of cheeses Drackonacks prefer, temperature preferences for Magmut, and how to keep a Slorg’s slime coating in the best condition. Always at the library, or making trips to The Neopian Hospital, absorbing as much knowledge as he could, watching interactions and asking questions. It was never enough.
Helping, growing, learning. Filling the well.
But it wasn’t just PetPets. For every box of abandoned Gruslen pups and every carelessly cracked Hippalop fin, there were Neopets. Equally homeless, equally abandoned, equally hurt. Maybe not physically, but hurt nonetheless. Their wells were empty, too, but they didn’t know how to fill them. They had no one to help them.
He could help them. He could. He would.
|They Called Him Dr. Death|
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager.
|The Happy Crystal|
Dessinere, who was once the happiest Neopian, was now downtrodden with showers of gloom and misery falling all over her.
|How Do YOU Organize Your Pets?|
Wanting to come up with some creative ways of showing off my pets, I asked the Neoboards how THEY organize the pets on their accounts. Which pets go on which accounts, and why? And how long did it take them to get every pet placed juuust right? I got many interesting replies!
|Draiks from A to Z|
Just in time for Draik Day, I bring you another edition of my Neopets A to Z series. This time we look at the amazing, brave and dashing Draiks! Let`s get started!