Some cookies are necessary to make this site and our content available to you. Other Cookies enable us to analyse and measure audience and traffic to the site. Cookies are also used by us, advertisers, ad-tech providers and others to develop and serve ads that are more relevant to your interests. To consent to the use of Cookies and proceed to the site, click Accept below. If you wish to withdraw consent later you will find a link in the footer Cookie Choices. For more information: Privacy Policy.
Storytelling Competition - (click for the map) | (printer friendly version)

If you have any questions about the competition then read our awesome FAQ!

Week 596
You are on Week 597
Week 598

Every week we will be starting a new Story Telling competition - with great prizes! The current prize is 2000 NP, plus a rare item!!! This is how it works...

We start a story and you have to write the next few paragraphs. We will select the best submissions every day and put it on the site, and then you have to write the next one, all the way until the story finishes. Got it? Well, submit your paragraphs below!

Story Five Hundred Ninety Seven Ends Friday, March 15

Citra muttered, hugging her pillow over her head. The sun had just barely peeked over the horizon when the clash of sword and shield rang out across Tyrannia. Wearily, Citra lifted the pillow and she eyed her alarm clock. It wasn't due to ring for another hour. She sighed audibly and, hearing the soft clatter of someone bustling around the house, irritably yelled out.

"Mooooooooom, they're doing it again!"

A few moments later, her door creaked open, and her mother, Sedena, lumbered inside. She softly patted Citra's head, peering out the window at the large obelisk in the distance. The strange tower brought nothing but irritability to the inhabitants of Tyrannia. The place had been rather peaceful lately, but now... this.

"I know, dear," Sedena cooed. "Hopefully it won't go on too much longer. Soon enough, those brutes and thieves and wizards and whatever other strange sorts out there will find what they're looking for and be on their way."

Citra huffed, once more hugging the pillow over her head.

"What are they even fighting for? What's in that stupid obelisk?" Citra questioned.

Sedena shook her head, her long Chomby neck craning once more to glance out the window.

"No one knows, my darling, no one knows."

Citra chuckled to herself.

"I hope it's a tower full of hungry Meepits!" Citra cackled out loud.

Sedena giggled and pat her daughter's head once more before heading back out to the kitchen. Citra finally sat up and looked out the window. The dust was kicking up from the fray. The sun glinted off steel weapons, catching her eye even across the distance.

Citra muttered, "If only I could find out what's in that tower, then they would all stop and go home right now, and I could get some sleep."

The idea merely started as a personal joke, but it quickly gained momentum inside Citra's mind. No one knew what was in the obelisk, but if they did, and got it, everyone would stop fighting and go home. Maybe a little Chomby was the right Neopet for just such a job?

Citra packed a small satchel with her adventuring supplies, gave a quick hug to her mom, and stated that she would be back later that evening. As she stepped out of her Neohome, she gulped. She at least hoped she'd come back home.

The edges of the battle weren't very far away, for the scale of the whole escapade had grown exponentially. It wasn't very long until Citra had her first encounter with...

Author: filter
Date: Mar 11th
...the warriors themselves.

"En garde!" shouted an angry-looking Mynci with a pointy brown hat. He waved his wand menacingly at Citra's bag, and a loud CROAK erupted from one of the pockets.

"My Neocola!" Citra cried. Where there had once been a fizzy surprise was now a bug-eyed blue Mortog.

"Aha! Do you admit defeat, young Chomby?" the Mynci gloated, "Or have you not yet learned your lesson?"

"I'm not a fighter!" Citra retorted at the wizard with the immaculately-groomed facial hair. "I just want the fighting to stop so that I can get some sleep. It's worse than when Jazzmosis plays an all-night jam session!" She had seen the wizard's kind among the first to enter the fray, jumping around and slinging potions. He wasn't as scary as most of the battlers, so what did she have to lose by talking to him? "I'm going to show everyone that whatever's in that hunk of rock isn't worth fighting over."

"The fight won't end until the mystery of the obelisk is unraveled!" her assailant proclaimed. "And I, Lorrin the Powerful, will be your guide on this journey." He bowed deeply, losing his hat in the process.

"Excellent!" Citra said with a giggle. Lorrin, Citra, and their new Mortog companion set off toward the mysterious tower, completely unaware that they would soon...

Author: flyingpurplegiraffe
Date: Mar 11th accosted by a much more formidable foe.

"So, why exactly are you all here?" Citra asked her new travelling companion.

Lorrin puffed out his chest. "The Order of the Red Erism is here to unravel the mysteries of this obelisk! This ancient relic certainly holds many magical secrets. Our purpose is noble, unlike the rest of the thieves and vagabonds clamoring for control of the obelisk."

"Uh-huh," the Chomby responded, struggling not to roll her eyes. "And the Red Erism is okay with befriending random Neopets on the battlefield and marching ahead straight into the heart of the obelisk?"

Lorrin looked a bit sheepish. "Well, you seemed nice enough and, well..." He ducked his head, slipping under an errant spell. "I'm not the greatest of fighters, but I will be!" he added hastily. "The secrets of the arcane will reveal themselves to me, and surely, what lies in the obelisk will be a wondrous boon!"

"I'm sure it will," Citra said with a smile, actually meaning it. Racket-causer or not, Lorrin seemed like a nice guy.

"But in the meantime," thundered a booming voice, "you're easy pickings."

Lorrin and Citra jolted. Towering above them was the biggest Poogle either of them had ever seen -- indeed, if a giant wall of muscle and stone could be called a Poogle.

Citra blanched, but her Mynci companion stepped forward bravely.

"Stand aside, in the name of science!" Lorrin commanded.

"Croak!" the Mortog agreed.

The Poogle chuckled and cracked his knuckles. "Have at it, then..."

Author: dianacat777
Date: Mar 12th
...The Poogle's attack was over before it began. Just as he raised his club to attack, a blue blur connected with the weapon and yanked it away. The Poogle wore a look of bewilderment.

"It seems there is more honor among thieves than among Neopia's finest warriors," the Ixi currently flipping the club over in his hand said disdainfully.

"I've got other weapons, you little rat, and I'm not afraid to use them!" the Poogle snarled, thoroughly distracted by the thief's appearance.

"By all means, then... use them," the Ixi said, pulling out a dagger. "I could use some entertainment."

He caught Citra's eye and nodded his head imperceptibly. The Chomby had enough sense to grab Lorrin's arm and hurriedly walk away from the battle.

"I could have taken him. A bully like that has no right to the obelisk. These are exactly the sort of Neopians from whom the Order of the Red Erisim is trying to save the obelisk!" Lorrin snapped as they walked away, finding a path well clear of the fighting.

"I just want whoever's the quietest to get the obelisk," Citra said. "Everyone else can go home."

"Now, I wonder what gives you the right to decide who is worthy or unworthy of claiming the obelisk?" an amused voice behind the pair asked. Citra and Lorrin both turned around simultaneously to see...

Author: catchinglights
Date: Mar 12th
...a tall red Bori wearing a pointed hat and delicate, embroidered robes. Lorrin let out a very loud and extremely dramatic gasp, looking as though he might faint.

"I-it's... oh my goodness... I'm..."

Even Citra, who had known the Mynci for all of five minutes, could tell that he held this Bori in high regard.

"It's Rasala the Bright," he whispered excitedly in Citra's ear. "The greatest mage to ever walk in Tyrannia... she's the one that's going to lead us to victory!"

"It will be difficult to achieve victory if our warriors are fooling around with Mortogs," Rasala remarked drily, glancing at the Neocola-turned-Mortog that sat croaking in Citra's pockets.

Lorrin immediately turned a shade of bright red and looked down at the ground, muttering something about practicing his attack magic.

"So, what brings you here?" the Bori asked, turning her attention to Citra.

"I'm here to ask you all to please fight a little bit quieter," Citra said. "I haven't slept a full night since the fighting started, and I can barely leave my house without getting singed by a fireball..."

"Indeed," Rasala sighed. "It seems that this fighting has gone on long enough, but the end is nowhere near sight..."

"How so?" Lorrin blurted out, having recovered, somewhat, from his awe.

"You see," the mage said, turning to face the obelisk, "We've received word from one of our field agents that the obelisk is more dangerous than we previously thought..."

Author: chocolate_lover67
Date: Mar 13th
..."I was only joking when I wished that it was full of hungry Meepits!" Citra said.

"Even more dangerous than that," Rasala said, "although, if you value your face, you should never joke about hungry Meepits."

"Even I know that one," Lorrin said.

The Mortog ribbited in agreement as well.

"Okay! No Meepits!" Citra said. "What exactly is so dangerous about it?"

"You haven't felt it, have you?" Rasala said. "Our field agents have all reported that the battles don't seem to be showing any sign of stopping because no one seems to be able to stop."

"So then, just stop!" Citra said.

"We can't. I just said that!" Rasala retorted.

"What do you mean you can't?" Citra asked.

"Okay, maybe I should explain this better," the leader of the Order said. "You've seen how everyone seems to be fighting, like even Lorrin here. He was part of our first wave. Why then, after the other factions sent out their stronger soldiers, have the first fighters remained out here?"

"Because you still need my help?" Lorrin asked.

"Because we seem to be incapable of pulling them back," she replied. "None of us from any side can pull our weaker members off of the battlefield. There's some sort of barrier keeping anyone who's fighting from leaving! We're stuck here!"

"What!" Citra said.

"Anyone who's thrown a punch or a fireball or anything on this battlefield can't leave! I came down here myself, not only to try and help my side, but to also see if I could break whatever spell is holding us here. I can't even get close to the obelisk, though."

"So, what should we do?" Lorrin asked. "I have a family! I don't want to be stuck in Tyrannia!"

"I don't want you to be stuck here, either!" Citra said.

"There's only one thing I can think of..." the mage said. "Whatever this spell or curse is, it only seems to be affecting those who have fought. That means someone who is unaligned and hasn't battled yet isn't caught in it's grasp."

The leader of the Order looked over to Citra. "It appears that it's up to you," she said. "You're the only one now who can get to the obelisk and stop all of this..."

Author: dr_tomoe
Date: Mar 13th
...Citra blinked, waiting for the punch line. There had to be one, hadn't there? Her? Get to the obelisk, with the hungry Meepits and all? Alright... Meepits aside, she was just Citra. Just an average Chomby. How was plain old Citra going to do anything Rasala the Bright couldn't?

"Citra, you're going to be a hero!" Lorrin exclaimed excitedly.

"I..." Citra tried, opening her mouth and then closing it again. A hero? She didn't feel like one. Weren't heroes all brave and noble and fearsome? She didn't feel like any of that. She was Citra, just Citra.

"You can't?" Rasala asked gently.

Citra shook her head.

Nerves. It was normal. Citra was a civilian; asking so much of her was unreasonable, but there wasn't any other way.

"I knew it," Rasala sighed.

"You knew it?" Citra asked.

"I knew that I couldn't count on some careless brat who just blundered her way across a battlefield. I mean, what was I thinking?"

"M-my lady, pardon me for saying so, but--" Lorrin cut himself off as Rasala turned away from Citra and winked at him deliberately.

"You're absolutely right. Impeccable judge of character, my lady. Citra is, most definitely, too reckless and impulsive to cure us of this wretched spell."

"Excuse me?" Citra asked.

"Well, you said so yourself. You can't," Lorrin said.

"For the record, I had the good sense to pull you out of danger when that Poogle came at us. That was me, Citra, not you."

"Granted, you have a good head upon your shoulders, but then, you still lack the courage to take on the obelisk, young Chomby," Rasala said with a shrug.

"Courage? I stepped foot onto this battleground, even with all the clashing swords and the flying fireballs. That was me; that was Citra."

Rasala hid a smile as the riled Chomby went on.

"Going into the obelisk and finding out what's there was why I came here in the first place, and I'm not going to stop until I've done just that. Also, while I'm at it, I'll get rid of the curse and free all the battlers from this war zone, too. Just watch me."

"We'll do more than just watch you, Citra. We're here to help you," Rasala said.

There was the sound of clapping, and the three of them froze.

"Bravo! Bravo! Now, why wasn't I invited to this party?"

Citra turned around and saw...

Author: shugoishugochara
Date: Mar 14th
...the Poogle that had attacked them just minutes before. Citra gulped -- not out of fear for the Poogle, but rather, of the Skeith that trailed after him.

"Buster," he snapped. "Stop that."

Immediately, the Poogle -- or rather, the wall of stone and muscle in a vaguely Poogle-esque shape -- shrank back and galloped off into the distance.

The Skeith wasn't half as tall as the Poogle, but Citra recognized him easily -- Commander Flint, the feared leader of the Brute Squad. His skills in battle were common knowledge, but so, Citra remembered, were his ruthless and fierce personality.

"What is the meaning of this, Rasala?" he asked, sounding much less amicable than before.

"She's here to get us out," the Bori calmly said, looking completely at peace even with the gigantic, mace-wielding Skeith staring down at her. "If you'll remember, Flint, we can't seem to leave the general vicinity of this obelisk..."

"Don't get me started," the Skeith muttered. "How do you expect to do this with all those fireballs flying around?" he barked at Citra.

"I... I don't know," Citra confessed.

She didn't lack courage, that much she knew, but this was a special set of circumstances and she needed a plan -- not just mind and motivation.

"She can get to the obelisk!" Lorrin exclaimed. "She's not aligned with anybody, so she's still safe!"

"Really, now?" Flint murmured, sounding somewhat skeptical. "Let's see this, then."

Citra glanced back at Lorrin and Rasala, seeking out their gazes. Lorrin gave her a bright smile and Rasala nodded slightly.

She took a couple of steps down the hill, skidding a few inches on the smooth, warm rock, and then she ran forth a couple more paces. The obelisk loomed in front of her, bobbing up and down when she ran, slowly growing larger. She looked back at Lorrin, Rasala, and Flint, who looked no bigger than Warfs.

Around her, chaos reigned; ducking fireballs and sidestepping battlers, she was almost crushed by a passing Brute Squad member as he duked it out with a member of the Seekers. Citra muttered a quick apology and dashed away.

The masses slowly thinned out the closer she got to the obelisk, and before long, she was the only Neopian who had made it that far. Citra glanced back at her friends, still standing in the distance. They were the size of plushies now. She could just make out Lorrin, waving his arms frantically at her.

She then turned back to the obelisk. So close now -- twenty paces... she started walking, slower. Fifteen paces, ten. She could reach out her arm and touch it...

Author: chocolate_lover67
Date: Mar 14th
...and as she did so, the rest of the world seemed to fade entirely. In a way, she knew it was still there -- vague outlines, almost like ghosts, moved in the periphery of her vision. However, the world had taken on a brownish, greyed-out tone, as if shrouded in fog with light just beyond the fog, and sounds were strangely muted. Even the sound of her breath sounded slow and far away, almost like she was listening to someone else breathe.


The words boomed out, loud, and yet, silently; if she could have, Citra would have quaked where she stood, but she found she could not move. She had heard the words, but at the same time she was certain the words hadn't been spoken aloud. Confusion swept across her; had she heard those words... in her mind?


The words rang out again, echoing within the Chomby's skull; she flinched at their impact. They sounded cold, frozen with fury.


"I... I do!" Citra replied weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper, though it was shockingly loud in contrast to the silence that had reigned outside her brain.

For a beat, there was silence.


Despite the wording, it wasn't a question so much as a demand.

"Ci... Citra," she stuttered, shaking. Rasala hadn't said anything about confronting a voice inside her head! Come to think of it, Rasala hadn't said much at all -- other than that only Citra could allow the different factions to flee the battlefield.


"To st... to stop the fighting," she answered, her voice growing somewhat strong as the voice reverberating inside her head took on a less hostile tone.


The voice grew cold again, and Citra flinched, but forged on. "I'm from Tyrannia! I live here, and this battle... this battle is ruining everything! My friends, my family... we've all barely slept since it began. Between the noise and the fear of having so many warriors clashing around us, we can't go on like this -- and I don't want to leave my home!" she shouted, her impassioned speech ending on a declaration that was half-plea.

If silent voices could sigh, this one did, and almost imperceptibly, the fog around Citra grew brighter, less like the world was wrapped in cotton. The distant ghostly figures grew no clearer, but the air itself seemed to relax, and the Chomby found that she wasn't immobilized quite as strongly as she had been before. She couldn't remove her hand from the obelisk, but she could move more than her eyes, and that was something.

"Unfortunately child, it isn't as simple as you hope," the voice said, sounding old and sad; it took Citra a moment to realize that she had heard the voice outside of her head. To her left, a figure emerged from the fog...

Author: agedbeauty
Date: Mar 15th
...followed by five others.

The Neopet who led the army forward from the obelisk -- the one who had spoken to her -- was a Bruce. His effulgent outward appearance in no way matched the air of his impassive personality. "I am Apathy," the creature started. "Meet my brethren: Greed, Pride, Envy, Wrath, and Death."

Anxiety gripped the poor Chomby.

"Drop your hand from the prodigious power, humble Citra," the Bruce commanded.

Her hand immediately dropped. Astonished, she gaped while silently reflecting. The battles still went on all around her, but something seemed odd... they appeared to be moving very slowly, as though they were disconnected from whatever she was experiencing, trapped within their own confines and perceptions of time and the universe.

Citra turned and faced the elite six. "Who are you?" she asked.

"We are the physical forms of the obelisk's unparalleled power," Pride began as she stepped forward. "We are together, one and the same -- a hex divided into an equal hexad, if you will."

"Like the six factions!" Citra piped up.

The others nodded their heads.

"We are the spiritual enemies of the members of each faction," Death continued in his high-pitched voice. "We are the evils that hide inside their souls, that keep them striving forward."

"We six are the reason the battlers and their battles will not cease," Greed concluded.

"So, why can't you just... relinquish your hold on them?" Citra posed, not entirely sure how symbolic or metaphorical the conversation was getting.

"The battlers fight for us," Apathy said solemnly, "not because of us. They fight for whatever is inside the obelisk, allowing their Greed, Pride, Envy, and Wrath to take over; this leads to the clash of swords, to defeat -- this prompts Apathy and Death."

"So..." Citra began, believing that she grasped the gist, "you six are manifestations of the things we all battle inside us. These things are what keeps the battlers pressing on, keeps them fighting..." She began to smile as it dawned on her more heavily. "They may believe they want to stop, but on an inner subconscious level, they've let themselves succumb to greed, envy... everything."

"Exactly," Apathy finished. "They stay here under their own accord. They may think they want to leave, but deep down, all they want is the power of the obelisk for their faction."

"And," Citra said, frowning, "that's why it's not as simple as I hope." She breathed a forlorn sigh.

"Go," the six powers stressed in unison, "teach the factions to work together for control of the obelisk -- only then, not pitted against each other, not feeding their vile spirits, can they stop their fighting and leave this most epic place."

Then, just like that, they were gone. Time flowed normally in the battles about the obelisk, and Citra realized where she was and attempted to regain her bearings.

"Citra!" Rasala's voice rang as the Bori approached, with Lorrin following quickly behind her. Citra ran up to them. "What happened? What did you encounter?"

"You mean, you didn't see those six things from the obelisk?"

They admitted they had not.

"Regardless," Citra finished, "according to those six, the only way to end the battles is to... end the battles." She smiled sheepishly. "We need a truce. Call for the other faction leaders -- something must be arranged."


All six of the faction leaders assembled in Rasala's little pointy hat-shaped tent.

"So," Kanrik started upon his entry, "I hear you've figured out how to stop the battling."

"Apparently, this young Chomby here has," Rasala revealed, attempting to look excited. The prospects of a "truce" didn't necessarily appeal to her -- just as it would probably not appeal to any of the leaders.

Citra walked up in front of them. "I've gotten close to the obelisk, felt its presence, seen its power... its power manifested itself in my mind as a group of six -- just like you six, the six leaders of the six factions. Apparently, you fight not because you have to, but because you want to. You've let your inner senses of Greed, Pride, Envy, and Wrath take over, resulting in Apathy and Death."

"I thought as much," Lambert interjected. "Our battlers aren't stuck here -- driven by their inner forces, they just simply don't want to leave, or give up."

Citra nodded. "Precisely. So, I urge you all to form a truce -- at the very least refrain from battling each other for a while, and focus on defeating your entire group's inner evils. Thieves, take Greed; The Sway, Pride: the Order, Envy; Brutes, Wrath; Seekers, Apathy; and Awakened, Death. Then see where you stand against destruction, against the others."

There was then a silence.

"Alright," the Duchess -- the firm-minded Lenny on whom everyone's eyes were fixed, waiting for a response -- started, "I suppose I can issue a temporary ceasefire, if everyone else also chooses to. Together, The Sway can battle our inner sense of... Pride, I suppose, and see where we are after that."

The other factions agreed to similar terms.


After everyone had gone, Rasala met Citra face-to-face. The wizard then smiled. "You've done it, Citra. There are reports from the other factions of some members being able to leave the battlefields, and the faction-against-faction brawls have, for the time being, ended. Now go, my wonderful Chomby, enjoy peaceful Tyrannian life."

Citra mirrored her with a grin. "And if I ever decide to join a faction, the Order will be first on my list."

"Please don't become involved," Rasala said kindly. "I wouldn't want to see you get hurt after what you did."

Bidding one final "thanks," Citra left the battlefield.


"So, how was your day today?" Sedena asked her child softly as Citra was tucked in that evening.

"Let's just say it was... eventful," the Chomby replied.

Her mother smiled. "I hear the faction-to-faction fighting is over."

"For now."

"True enough," she said, and then kissed her daughter goodnight.

Citra fell asleep, dreaming of her encounter at the obelisk. She reached out and touched it... and then a bunch of angry Meepits flew out of it!

She awoke, startled. Chuckling slightly to herself, she fell back asleep.

The sound of her alarm clock -- not battlers -- woke her. She grinned. It would be a glorious new day.

The End

Author: rielcz
Date: Mar 15th

Quick Jump

Week 1Week 2Week 3Week 4Week 5Week 6
Week 7Week 8Week 9Week 10Week 11Week 12
Week 13Week 14Week 15Week 16Week 17Week 18
Week 19Week 20Week 21Week 22Week 23Week 24
Week 25Week 26Week 27Week 28Week 29Week 30
Week 31Week 32Week 33Week 34Week 35Week 36
Week 37Week 38Week 39Week 40Week 41Week 42
Week 43Week 44Week 45Week 46Week 47Week 48
Week 49Week 50Week 51Week 52Week 53Week 54
Week 55Week 56Week 57Week 58Week 59Week 60
Week 61Week 62Week 63Week 64Week 65Week 66
Week 67Week 68Week 69Week 70Week 71Week 72
Week 73Week 74Week 75Week 76Week 77Week 78
Week 79Week 80Week 81Week 82Week 83Week 84
Week 85Week 86Week 87Week 88Week 89Week 90
Week 91Week 92Week 93Week 94Week 95Week 96
Week 97Week 98Week 99Week 100Week 101Week 102
Week 103Week 104Week 105Week 106Week 107Week 108
Week 109Week 110Week 111Week 112Week 113Week 114
Week 115Week 116Week 117Week 118Week 119Week 120
Week 121Week 122Week 123Week 124Week 125Week 126
Week 127Week 128Week 129Week 130Week 131Week 132
Week 133Week 134Week 135Week 136Week 137Week 138
Week 139Week 140Week 141Week 142Week 143Week 144
Week 145Week 146Week 147Week 148Week 149Week 150
Week 151Week 152Week 153Week 154Week 155Week 156
Week 157Week 158Week 159Week 160Week 161Week 162
Week 163Week 164Week 165Week 166Week 167Week 168
Week 169Week 170Week 171Week 172Week 173Week 174
Week 175Week 176Week 177Week 178Week 179Week 180
Week 181Week 182Week 183Week 184Week 185Week 186
Week 187Week 188Week 189Week 190Week 191Week 192
Week 193Week 194Week 195Week 196Week 197Week 198
Week 199Week 200Week 201Week 202Week 203Week 204
Week 205Week 206Week 207Week 208Week 209Week 210
Week 211Week 212Week 213Week 214Week 215Week 216
Week 217Week 218Week 219Week 220Week 221Week 222
Week 223Week 224Week 225Week 226Week 227Week 228
Week 229Week 230Week 231Week 232Week 233Week 234
Week 235Week 236Week 237Week 238Week 239Week 240
Week 241Week 242Week 243Week 244Week 245Week 246
Week 247Week 248Week 249Week 250Week 251Week 252
Week 253Week 254Week 255Week 256Week 257Week 258
Week 259Week 260Week 261Week 262Week 263Week 264
Week 265Week 266Week 267Week 268Week 269Week 270
Week 271Week 272Week 273Week 274Week 275Week 276
Week 277Week 278Week 279Week 280Week 281Week 282
Week 283Week 284Week 285Week 286Week 287Week 288
Week 289Week 290Week 291Week 292Week 293Week 294
Week 295Week 296Week 297Week 298Week 299Week 300
Week 301Week 302Week 303Week 304Week 305Week 306
Week 307Week 308Week 309Week 310Week 311Week 312
Week 313Week 314Week 315Week 316Week 317Week 318
Week 319Week 320Week 321Week 322Week 323Week 324
Week 325Week 326Week 327Week 328Week 329Week 330
Week 331Week 332Week 333Week 334Week 335Week 336
Week 337Week 338Week 339Week 340Week 341Week 342
Week 343Week 344Week 345Week 346Week 347Week 348
Week 349Week 350Week 351Week 352Week 353Week 354
Week 355Week 356Week 357Week 358Week 359Week 360
Week 361Week 362Week 363Week 364Week 365Week 366
Week 367Week 368Week 369Week 370Week 371Week 372
Week 373Week 374Week 375Week 376Week 377Week 378
Week 379Week 380Week 381Week 382Week 383Week 384
Week 385Week 386Week 387Week 388Week 389Week 390
Week 391Week 392Week 393Week 394Week 395Week 396
Week 397Week 398Week 399Week 400Week 401Week 402
Week 403Week 404Week 405Week 406Week 407Week 408
Week 409Week 410Week 411Week 412Week 413Week 414
Week 415Week 416Week 417Week 418Week 419Week 420
Week 421Week 422Week 423Week 424Week 425Week 426
Week 427Week 428Week 429Week 430Week 431Week 432
Week 433Week 434Week 435Week 436Week 437Week 438
Week 439Week 440Week 441Week 442Week 443Week 444
Week 445Week 446Week 447Week 448Week 449Week 450
Week 451Week 452Week 453Week 454Week 455Week 456
Week 457Week 458Week 459Week 460Week 461Week 462
Week 463Week 464Week 465Week 466Week 467Week 468
Week 469Week 470Week 471Week 472Week 473Week 474
Week 475Week 476Week 477Week 478Week 479Week 480
Week 481Week 482Week 483Week 484Week 485Week 486
Week 487Week 488Week 489Week 490Week 491Week 492
Week 493Week 494Week 495Week 496Week 497Week 498
Week 499Week 500Week 501Week 502Week 503Week 504
Week 505Week 506Week 507Week 508Week 509Week 510
Week 511Week 512Week 513Week 514Week 515Week 516
Week 517Week 518Week 519Week 520Week 521Week 522
Week 523Week 524Week 525Week 526Week 527Week 528
Week 529Week 530Week 531Week 532Week 533Week 534
Week 535Week 536Week 537Week 538Week 539Week 540
Week 541Week 542Week 543Week 544Week 545Week 546
Week 547Week 548Week 549Week 550Week 551Week 552
Week 553Week 554Week 555Week 556Week 557Week 558
Week 559Week 560Week 561Week 562Week 563Week 564
Week 565Week 566Week 567Week 568Week 569Week 570
Week 571Week 572Week 573Week 574Week 575Week 576
Week 577Week 578Week 579Week 580Week 581Week 582
Week 583Week 584Week 585Week 586Week 587Week 588
Week 589Week 590Week 591Week 592Week 593Week 594
Week 595Week 596Week 597Week 598Week 599Week 600
Week 601Week 602Week 603Week 604Week 605Week 606
Week 607Week 608Week 609Week 610Week 611Week 612
Week 613Week 614Week 615Week 616Week 617Week 618
Week 619Week 620Week 621Week 622Week 623Week 624
Week 625Week 626Week 627Week 628Week 629Week 630
Week 631Week 632Week 633Week 634Week 635Week 636
Week 637Week 638Week 639Week 640Week 641Week 642
Week 643Week 644Week 645Week 646Week 647Week 648
Week 649Week 650Week 651Week 652Week 653Week 654
Week 655Week 656Week 657Week 658Week 659Week 660
Week 661Week 662Week 663Week 664Week 665Week 666
Week 667Week 668Week 669Week 670Week 671Week 672
Week 673Week 674Week 675Week 676Week 677Week 678
Week 679Week 680Week 681Week 682Week 683Week 684
Week 685Week 686Week 687Week 688Week 689Week 690
Week 691Week 692Week 693Week 694Week 695Week 696
Week 697Week 698Week 699Week 700Week 701Week 702
Week 703Week 704Week 705Week 706Week 707Week 708
Week 709Week 710Week 711Week 712Week 713Week 714
Week 715Week 716Week 717Week 718Week 719Week 720
Week 721Week 722Week 723Week 724Week 725Week 726
Week 727Week 728Week 729Week 730Week 731Week 732
Week 733Week 734Week 735Week 736Week 737Week 738
Week 739Week 740Week 741Week 742Week 743Week 744
Week 745Week 746Week 747Week 748Week 749Week 750
Week 751Week 752Week 753Week 754Week 755Week 756
Week 757Week 758Week 759Week 760Week 761Week 762
Week 763Week 764Week 765Week 766Week 767Week 768
Week 769Week 770Week 771Week 772Week 773Week 774
Week 775Week 776Week 777Week 778Week 779Week 780
Week 781Week 782Week 783Week 784Week 785Week 786
Week 787Week 788Week 789Week 790Week 791Week 792
Week 793Week 794Week 795Week 796Week 797Week 798
Week 799Week 800Week 801Week 802Week 803Week 804
Week 805Week 806Week 807Week 808Week 809Week 810
Week 811Week 812Week 813Week 814Week 815Week 816
Week 817Week 818Week 819Week 820Week 821Week 822
Week 823Week 824Week 825Week 826Week 827Week 828
Week 829Week 830Week 831Week 832Week 833Week 834
Week 835Week 836Week 837Week 838Week 839Week 840
Week 841Week 842Week 843Week 844Week 845Week 846
Week 847Week 848Week 849Week 850Week 851Week 852
Week 853Week 854Week 855Week 856Week 857Week 858
Week 859Week 860Week 861Week 862Week 863Week 864
Week 865Week 866Week 867Week 868Week 869Week 870
Week 871Week 872Week 873Week 874Week 875Week 876
Week 877Week 878Week 879Week 880Week 881Week 882
Week 883Week 884Week 885Week 886Week 887Week 888
Week 889Week 890Week 891Week 892Week 893Week 894
Week 895Week 896Week 897Week 898Week 899Week 900
Week 901Week 902Week 903Week 904Week 905Week 906
Week 907Week 908Week 909Week 910Week 911Week 912
Week 913Week 914Week 915Week 916Week 917Week 918
Week 919Week 920Week 921Week 922Week 923Week 924
Week 925Week 926Week 927Week 928Week 929Week 930
Week 931Week 932Week 933Week 934Week 935Week 936
Week 937Week 938Week 939Week 940Week 941Week 942
Week 943Week 944Week 945Week 946Week 947Week 948
Week 949Week 950Week 951Week 952Week 953Week 954
Week 955Week 956Week 957Week 958Week 959Week 960
Week 961Week 962Week 963Week 964Week 965Week 966
Week 967Week 968Week 969Week 970  

IMPORTANT - SUBMISSION POLICY! By uploading or otherwise submitting any materials to Neopets, you (and your parents) are automatically granting us permission to use those materials for free in any manner we can think of forever throughout the universe. These materials must be created ONLY by the person submitting them - you cannot submit someone else's work. Also, if you're under age 18, ALWAYS check with your parents before you submit anything to us!