|White Weewoos don't exist. *shifty eyes*
||Issue: 176 | 4th day of Awakening, Y7
|Achieving the Dream?We're
using him as a labrat, but will stop when you adopt him of course. But by now,
well, as you may imagine, he's not quite the same as he used to be.|
|Longing For LoveKeraki was said to be the most angry, depressed
Lupe on the face of the earth. Although his owner showered him with toys and
delicious foods, it never seemed to be enough.|
|The History of the Grundo Thief"I've been watching you, little Grundo," the
stranger said. "You're a good worker. Always on time, loyal, and with nimble
hands. Yes, nimble hands."|
|Armin: The BeginningArmin awoke to a shrill alarm blaring. His parents
and siblings were already up, so he knew he had slept through the first few
minutes of the alarm. His mother was picking up a fire and ice blade and his
father a rainbow gun; Armin figured out this alarm was for an attack.|
|ShiiralaShiirala was about to start another cycle of
the argument when suddenly a better idea popped into her head, one that would
have appeared much sooner if she'd been thinking clearly. |
|Who Needs a Royal Paint Brush? II"You know how she's been losing her eyesight lately?"
Cuni nodded, knowing the Snowbunny had recently run into the wall head-on. "Well,
I took her to the Neopian Hospital. They told me they usually can only help
Neopets, but promised to take a look at her."|
|Tales from the Haunted Woods: The Ghost Meowclops"This tale begins... on a night like this...
in these very woods..." At that moment, the wind picked up slightly. "Old Mr.
Tunnatin, a grey Lupe, was hobbling about his yard, searching for his petpet
that had died five years earlier. "|
|The Spardel That Wasn’t ThereThis is the end for me! Who knew
it’d I go like this! Wha? You’re no Bearog
either, you’re a… Spardel? Ohh, pretty, a pink Spardel! Pink, like I am!|
|The Origin of RivalryJhudora's jaw dropped. She had never, never
in her whole life seen someone with so many... freckles. Quickly she
realized what this faerie's weak point was. |
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Tucked away in a small corner of Neopia, lies the quiet Coffee Shop, accompanied by the much quieter Coin Shop. At some point in Neopian history, coffee fell out of favor with the masses and soft drinks arose. Perhaps it was the location; no one could have known it was within the Art Gallery...
|Loretta: Part Two|
My heart was pounding. Would she send me away
again, declaring that she didn't want to see me? Would she even remember me?