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Issue: 747 | 2nd day of Gathering, Y18 |
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Things That Are Magic To Our Ears!
I have to admit, I love to scour the Pound Neoboard for people who are advertising the fact that they're downsizing their accounts! What that means is, they're tired of owning pets that they don't truly love, and are seeking sweet new owners to adopt their unwanted pets. I pounce on these threads right away! I'm always on the lookout for my Neofriends' dream pets, and so far I've fulfilled 8 of their dreamies. It's an addiction of mine!
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The World Beyond Meerca Chase “Game over! Here are your Neopoints!” Alistair grinned until the latest player walked away, carrying a pouch of shiny Neopoints, and then sighed and placed his head in his paws. This was not an easy task for a Meerca, but he managed it somehow.
by lunarchronicles |
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Too Good to be True Taking a sip of his morning coffee, Dr. Frank Sloth let out a sigh and began his morning ritual of sorting through his mail. A group of pesky Grundos had thought it’d be funny to sign him up to a variety of mailing lists. Even with his vast power and influence, he’d had been so far unsuccessful in stopping it.Also by bananacheesemonkey96
by tegasaur |
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Things That Are Magic To Our Ears! I thought that a fun idea for a Neopian Times article would be all the times that we jump up and down with joy every time a player does something heroic, generous or kind. What are the ways in which our fellow players fill us with gratefulness and excitement?
by indulgences |
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The Price of Greatness: Part Three A feeling of foreboding hangs over you, and your throat constricts in response. The dull whir of a fan blade echoes from a nearby chamber. You run towards it without knowing why. The end of the hallway brings you to a junction with hundreds of possible paths.
by xxskyisfallingxx |
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KATIPO I: Restart: Part One our hair fell and curled over your shoulders in perfect spirals, gold like a ghostly honey dripping from the seams of your lapel. That night had been going well up until that point, but your appointed mod was extremely late, and your patience was beginning to wane at an exponential rate.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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