Poetry

	I Love Usukicon Every year is the great Usukicon by surging
	Usuki Everything and Anything, A to Z! Usukis can be found all over the world. They’re fun toys for Neopian boys and girls. Collab with greenj12356 by dancerchickemily
	How the Quiguki Came to Be Elysa always knew what she wanted to be She dreamed of becoming a pretty Usuki! by ayakae
	An Usukicon Essential Usukicon is here, everyone's favourite event! by precious_katuch14
	USUKICON X NEO YORK Once every year during the Month of Hiding, There’s a joyous gathering, such a wondrous sighting! by one_headlight
	Usukis for Every Season Collecting Usukis is for good reason by tatyanne
	Usukicon Poetry Compilation Usuki poems galore! by _brainchild_
	Usukis and Quigukis As Usukicon once again draws near by bittersweet52
	Neopia’s Favorite Toy: The Usuki When it comes to icons, there is one special toy, The Usuki has been known to bring Neopia joy. by gali184
	A Shoyruki Collector Oft overlooked, the strange Shoyruki doll by mooseydoom101
	Usukicon An Usuki girl in an Usuki World by agedbeauty
	Her First Usukicon "Too ugly, too blue, too happy, too magic," the little girl's yells were sounding so tragic. "Too frilly, too sparkly, and this one's too old!" For such a young Usul, she was surprisingly bold. by icesmith
	Give Them A Chance In the corner of Usukiland, you might find buried within the pile of stuff: A different one called a Reject. by 777___

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"A Mutant at Usukicon" by the_academy_awards
”I can't make it this year!” For my brother, Neopia-Famous Media Personality Gorel Goldenrod, the Month of Hiding was always packed. He sat on a telethon for Early Advent, judged a sandcastle competition in Krawk Island, and more events I would have to hear about and edit into something readable for The Times. But this year was different. “My schedule is just too packed!” with a sigh (Cybunnies are just so dramatic), he flopped on the daybed in his office, the hot sun of his office in the Lost Desert shining through gauzy curtains. “I’ve just been invited to return to Faerieland for the official induction - coronation - something of the new Council! It’s very important! I can’t let the public down! Something will have to give.” After a moment’s silence, he hopped up, went to his desk, and stared at the giant calendar upon it, where all his event dates (and his signature, practised daily) were. He pointed. “Usukicon! I’ll have to pass this year,” He shrugged. “Pity.” I sat in a winged scarab chair, editing an article. “I never had the feeling you liked it.” I said, not looking up. “Really? I’ll have to work on that for next year. I mean, it’s a little gaudy, but –.” He grinned. “ I just had a smasher of an idea – You should go!” “I should go?” “You should go!” I set aside my clipboard. “Let me try that again. I -” I gestured to my green fur, beady black and red eyes, and sharp claws. “I should go to Usukicon?” “Yes, you should go.” He pressed.

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