SCORCHIO DAY SPECIAL

Scorchio ABCs
by Dianacat777

Scorchio Day is here at last!
Give them a cheer and shout!
Listen up, and I’ll tell you
What these ‘pets are all about.

ARRRR! A Pirate Scorchio’s Tale
Is a very thrilling read
About a Scorchio swashbuckler
Who sails on the high seas.

B’s for Bottled Scorchio Breath,
Which sets Battledome foes alight.
Cinnamon Scorchio Lollipops
Are tasty, but have a bite!

Darigan Scorchio Plushies might
Look mean, but they’re quite dear.
Now, Evil Twin Red Scorchio Plushies
Are the ones you should really fear!

Fiery Scorchio Truffles
Combine spicy with sweet.
A Gummy Speckled Scorchio
Is a cute but quite rare treat.

Halloween Scorchio Capes add flair
To October thirty-first.
Inflatable Scorchios are great --
Just be careful or they’ll burst!

Jelly beans are a common snack.
However, there’s a flavor...
Most find charcoal disgusting
But these ones, Scorchios savor.

And if you ever visit kelp
Give the Maitre D’ a wave.
This Scorchio serves tirelessly;
He nearly runs the place!

Lost Desert Scorchio Helms help ‘pets
Remain cool in the sun.
For book fans, My Sweet Scorchio
Is romantic, silly fun.

The NC Mall’s a busy place
With shoppers bustling to and fro.
Even it pays homage to these ‘pets --
The mascot’s a Scorchio.

Orange Chocolate Scorchio --
Delicious and gourmet!
Get a Purple Scorchio Flying Disc
For a pet that wants to play.

The Qasalan Mummy roamed the streets
When Jazan brought his curse.
Nabile and Tomos had to hide
From the undead’s hungry search.

A Red Scorchio Morphing Potion
Can give your 'pet a new perspective.
Robot Scorchio Wing Housing
Will keep your flight effective.

The Scorchio Avenger prowls the night,
Seeking his erstwhile revenge.
Torchio breathes flame all day --
I bet he needs a lozenge. 

Ultimate Neopets Tips
Is an all-around great book,
But it has a trove of Scorchio lore
If you just know where to look.

The Vintage Scorchio Plushie
Looks nothing like today.
The Wind-Up Scorchio’s more familiar --
Just don’t let it march away!

And never, if you’re fighting one,
Throw an Exploding Pizza Pasty.
It’s too hot for other 'pets,
But Scorchios just find it tasty!

A Yellow Scorchio Gnome will give
Gardens a splash of cheer.
Zax Bannet plays Yooyuball.
The net -- no one gets near!

So, now I hope I’ve proved to you
Scorchios are exciting ‘pets.
After all, it takes a lot
To fill an alphabet!

The Humble Country Scorchio
by Sugarypixiestix2

Altador is where his farm resides,
anything he needs the land provides.
A Peadackle wakes him each morning,
telling him to tend to his corning.

Vegetables are what he mainly grows
and his pumpkins have won many shows.
Everyone loves to buy up his produce,
especially his homemade beet juice.

His family works by his side proudly
as their skills steadily grow loudly.
Everything on their farm is organic,
which is why the plants are gigantic.

The Scorchio's heritage is his farm,
doing all he can to keep it from harm.
One day his children will take over,
knowing they'll prosper like a clover.

He's never travelled into the city,
since he prefers his ground gritty.
No complaints are ever heard by him,
farming is surely in his every limb.

Ode To The Lab Ray Scientist
by Dr_tomoe

What makes a Scorchio go
so utterly and totally mad?
Did something happen in his youth
to make him go bad?

Although some say that he's
not all that cracked
after all, he lets you use
his ray when you find his map.

But if he truly was a
force for the good guys,
then stats wouldn't go down
and he wouldn't aim for your eyes.

No, he knows just how dangerous
his device really can be,
and although the rewards are great
it seems just too risky.

Krawks become Kikos,
Draiks become Koi,
instead of wonderful colors
your girl is now a boy!

So, Lab Ray Scientist,
I say good day to you.
While your ray may be tempting,
I don't want my 'pets to be blue.

The Odd Man Out
by Honeybee54321

Glubgar is known as the star
of the exciting game Volcano Run II.
With a keen eye for treasure,
Searching the caves through and through.

Although Volcano I no longer exists,
It is where Glubgar spread his wings.
But fear no more, Glubgar fans,
Check out what Destruct-O-Match III brings!

Glubgar will grant the user a wish
Once his block has been removed. 
That mixes up the remaining blocks,
In hopes of your score being improved. 

As you may have heard,
The star Glubgar does have a weakness.
Unlike his Scorchio friends, 
Touching lava means instant bleakness.

Let's hear three loud cheers
For the Scorchio of the hour.
One thing every Neopian surely knows
Is that Glubgar is no coward!

Scorchio Avenger
by Fairyxhearts

The Scorchio strode into the night
Knowing 'twas the time he'd set things right,
That 'twas the time he'd finish his fight.

His target he spotted in the distance
Clad in colours as lurid as they came.
The other Scorchio stood without resistance,
Paws outstretched, the wicked dame,
In supplication.

Of his family she had made a mockery
As, in the guise of a buyer of fine pottery,
She'd found and stolen their best crockery.

His target he'd long thought coarse,
Mean of spirit and sallow of face.
Even if this one others would endorse,
He'd always considered off-base
Their valuation.

He steeled himself for her usual snark
As he approached her in the park,
Recalling what oft woke him in the dark.

Insulted he'd been, called a whelp,
A child, who knew sadly but nought
Except, that was, to cry and yelp
As no good Scorchio boy ought
In her estimation.

Glittering in his foe's eyes was a light
So spiteful that it was quite the sight
And an occasion for his just delight.

Tonight, the Neopet would avenge
By taking back what was lost to theft.
Yes, tonight he'd have his revenge
For what had left his parents so bereft;
The manipulation.

Pink Scorchio Sun Glasses
by Indulgences

I have these glasses in real life.
It's strange, I know it is.
The lenses are a smoky black,
The frames are purplish pink.

The sides rise in a pointed curve.
They seem to wink, so coy.
They're sweet and oh-so-feminine.
They fill me with such joy!

I did a double take when I
Discovered them on here.
The Scorchio is just like me,
A lady full of cheer!

When next my favorite Lab Ray 'pet
Becomes a Scorchio,
I'll dress it in these sun glasses.
My 'pet will be aglow!

We'll match on Neo AND real life
And that will make me smile.
We'll dress ourselves like princesses.
Our looks, they will beguile!

So, celebrate this Scorchio Day
By dressing yours with care!
Our 'pets should look like royalty,
So chic and debonair!

Byronella, Scorchio Heart
by Bittersweet52

The fur-trimmed cloak you wear so well
Does not, in truth, your story tell.
For we, who've known you these years past,
Know these raiments are but your last.
Byronella, Scorchio heart,
Wherefore from us did you part?

Your gold-tipped wings glow with the heat
Of desert suns whose rays once beat
Upon your back in adventures past,
But of course those days could never last.
Byronella, Scorchio heart,
Wherefore from us did you part?

A dancer, you spun through the stars -- 
A ballerina, truly ours.
We who knew you in the past.
We who thought the dream would last.
Byronella, Scorchio heart,
Wherefore from us did you part?

Now as we look upon your face
Your memories of us, all erased.
You know of nothing from your past.
So these words will be our last.
Remember, one day, your Scorchio heart.
Remember us, your family.

Brian Of Gormball Fame
by Snm08

If you ever decide to play Gormball,
You will meet a cheating Scorchio named Brian.
Do not expect to win on his watch,
No matter how hard you are trying.

Thyassa seems so clever,
He always has something up his sleeve.
Standing next to Brian all of the time, though,
Makes him want to give up and leave.

Then there's the wonderful Gargarox,
Who is so generous 
To cater a championship game.
But Brian's two-timing ways make him angry,
And sometimes he thinks a bad batch 
Of gourmets has that Scorchio's name 
On it for blame.

Luckily, Zargrold stands across from Brian,
But he is so easygoing about everything that
The sneaky nonsense 
Wouldn't bother him anyway.
He thinks Brian is one cool dude
And could play Gormball with him all day.

Ursula, Ember, Farvin III, and Kevin,
The remaining Gormball members 
Glare at their trickster of a friend.
This is a game you dedicate to, though,
And they will remain players until the end.

Standing tall with rigged ball in hand,
Brian bids his farewell.
So many tips, tricks, and underhanded things
To say about Gormball,
But he will never tell! ;)

Happy Scorchio Day!

Avenger Of The Night
by Crystalrose8

Perhaps a piece of Eyeball Fungus,
Festering wonderfully at the edge,
Would thicken the broth nicely
Alongside the spongy mould on the ledge.

The Week Old Glass of Milk, too,
That he’d forgotten to drink last week,
Along with the Toasted Quiggle Legs,
Undercooked and still ready to squeak.

He unclenches his jaw, lets out a roar,
And before the flies can escape,
The flames burst from his maw,
The Fantastic Fly Pie is added to the mix.

Now, the sizzling mixture reeks,
A terrible odor of death,
This gruesome broth broiled for weeks,
And he forces himself to hold his breath.

Another chemical trickles in,
Turning the vile concoction purple,
He swirls the mixture and, with another spin,
The conglomeration crackles 
And lets out an unhealthy burble.

Letting out a breath he had been holding,
The Scorchio smiles, satisfied.
The stench of the murky liquid is choking,
But its poisonous nature 
Has been greatly amplified.

With great precision he dips his daggers in,
One, by one, the edges smolder,
By the end of it, the sleek tips 
Have a shiny new sheen,
Deadly poisonous and 
Worthy of their beholder.

With wings briefly unfurled,
His body elegantly poised,
A gleaming dagger in each hand,
The full moon flickers overhead like a signal.

And as the dark, grey clouds drift above,
The moon is blocked momentarily, 
Along with its light,
The town is draped by the darkness
And the Scorchio Avenger takes flight.

Trembling with anticipation,
His jaw unclenched,
The years of betrayal
Would soon come to an end.

Sir Runell's Comeuppance
by Flufflepuff

The land with banner blue and red,
Which waves on lofty heights,
Proclaims so proud its archers true,
Skilled both by day and night.

'Twas instinct that had guided them 
Through long, perilous wars.
The same rough knowledge served them well,
Even outside of war.

For years, the contest of the bow
Was won by Meridell,
Which may not have happened were
It not for Sir Runell.

Every Meridellian strove
For Runell's mastery
In his consistent, confident,
Calm sense of archery.

Sir Runell spent many hours 
Conditioning his bow,
His muscles, and his stalwart mind
when whittling arrows.

At last, his preparations were
Complete in every way. 
Sir Runell grinned and thought of gold
'Twould soon be on display.

He stepped out into merciless 
Hot sun, smiling at those
Who were wildly cheering when
They saw the Scorchio, and rose.

Sir Runell smirked and smugly eyed
The competition "fierce,"
One who looked almost as if
He'd naught with arrows pierced.

Runell grew bold and made his mark
With satisfying "thunk," 
Then sauntered back, with taunting speech, 
"Have you myths to debunk? 

You may as well give up right now. 
I've obtained the highest scores.
Furthermore, what kind of archer
Wears long robes like yours?"

Twice more his instinct guided him,
Twice more his arrow flew,
Curving 'round the burly bow,
Joining its brothers two. 

Once more, bright cheers erupted from 
The bleachers blue and red
As Sir Runell lowered his bow
And proudly raised his head. 

The Scorchio's opponent stepped 
Forth, up to his mark
And, after a short while, too,
Released into the dark.

The crowd gave a collective gasp.
They stare at the remains 
Of Runell's arrow which had split
And was cloven in twain.

Twice more the Scorchio did flinch,
Twice more he did retreat:
His arrow fell out of the hay
And tasted dirt, defeat.

With mouth agape, he shook the Krawk,
Asked how he'd been disgraced,
Asked how his trusty instinct failed
In just one plight he'd faced.

The Krawk responded with a book
And gave it to him. He
Replied, "I'm skilled in knowledge, sir,
As well as archery."

The humbled Scorchio bowed low,
To him, he did concede.
Unmoving, he sat on the grass,
And so, began to read....