|A Waffle Paradise
||Issue: 709 | 4th day of Celebrating, Y17
|Pay It ForwardUsually our days involved little more than a tour around Neopia, visiting the tombola and taking a chance at the Poogle races. But every so often we struck out on an adventure, something unusual or exciting…|
Our biggest adventure started out like an ordinary day – at the giant omelette, scrounging for a spot of breakfast.
|Don't Be Such a Baby!As I watched my sister brush a stray strand of jade coloured fur away from her eyes, I wondered why she would have been abandoned. Prior to being Royal, she had been a simple Red Kacheek, but the nature of Royalty came to her with ease. She was kind and courteous, and nothing short of graceful.|
|Inside the BottleAethia bounced around in her bottle, having been shrunk down to a little over the size of an apple. It was difficult to see out of the green tinted glass, but she watched her bottle being placed on a shelf next to bottles similar to hers. A small white sticker was then placed on the glass, over most of her field of vision. Aethia struggled to make out the letters – 100 neopoints.|
|SeparationTrouble. Habib wished that they were facing Trouble, the blue Babyca, now. Unfortunately, trouble in this case was three dark faeries. Not one. Not two. Three!|
|Living With WugglesThis goes out to my dear FireLilyWuggles, who I adore even in all of her insanity.|
|Spacerocked! ExposedAll voices ceased when a looming figure entered the room, door slamming shut behind them. With a flourish of his dark cape, Dr. Sloth strode to the front of the room with a grace afforded by the grandiosity of his evil. Or so he chose to perpetuate. |
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"Spacerocked! Exposed" by vanillafilth
Deep in the bowels of Kreludor incessant chattering permeated the air, radiating from a small nondescript building. Within said buildings walls was a cozy meeting room, plush seats lining the long ovular table, a small portable heater cranked up to a cozy medium despite the absence of any cold. The chatter came from a gathering of Grundos, each seated in one of the aforementioned chairs. Most of their shared words were nothing but small talk about the not-weather, while a few discussed the latest jet pack upgrade.
All voices ceased when a looming figure entered the room, door slamming shut behind them. With a flourish of his dark cape, Dr. Sloth strode to the front of the room with a grace afforded by the grandiosity of his evil. Or so he chose to perpetuate.
“I’m sure the lot of you wonder why I’ve asked to meet with you,” he drawled, booming voice reverberating off the walls. One of the Grundos whimpered. “I’m aware of a game the lot of you play, one in which you slingshot rocks with the hope of taking down my spaceship.”
|It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas|
That joyous time of year when all little Neopians and Neopets start giving their thanks. And with that special time of gift giving, you know what that means… it’s time to start thinking about Christmas shopping!
Also by utchese159
|Unordinary Holiday Colours|
It’s the Month of Celebrating and all over Neopia (especially in Terror Mountain) Neopets are being painted Christmas and Snow while others are hoping to be zapped Ice by the Lab Ray. But what if your Neopets aren’t the type who wants to be festive 24/7 or can be easily melted at room temperature? You still want them to be painted for the upcoming holidays but the immediate choices aren’t your style. With so many Colours available there must be one that will help you celebrate the holidays while also fitting to your Neopet’s personal tastes.
|The Silver Lining: Part Two|
She stalked back and forth, wishing she could punch something. She had entered the Beauty Contest countless times. She had advertised as much as she could, she had talked with voters. And Thunder, who had never entered the Beauty Contest before in his life, who had never shown even the most basic interest in beauty or fashion, had beaten her.
|And Then There Was Silence: Part Seven|
The sun is only just beginning to set, but the rocky cliffs that surround the town of Cogham like silent sentinels cast shadows so fierce upon the land they shelter that, within their ring of protection, it is dark enough to look like dusk. A few Vullards circle the mountains from overhead, as if anticipating a catastrophe to happen in the valley below. If everything goes correctly, they may not be wrong…