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Issue: 699 | 18th day of Gathering, Y17 |
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Headlines "Caring for Kadoaties" by atreyu_rules87 Aah the Kadoatery, a place where feeding frenzies are the norm and the cries of the those little Kadoaties can be heard as far as Brightvale.
Despite the piercing cries of the Kads, this was a dream job for one little Krawk named Kenadee. She had always wanted to work with Kadoaties as they were her favorite petpets in all of Neopia. And after all, they did need someone to tend to them while their owners were on vacation.
She was so excited to start her new job that she had barely gotten any sleep the night before. But here she was. Kenadee, Keeper of the Kadoaties, the title she had settled on as sleep eluded her. The caretaker of the Kadoatery had said desk clerk or something like that but she knew her job would be much more than that.
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Shattered I cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do.
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How to be a Better Skeith, for Skeiths Every Skeith is born with an inner feeling of Skeith-yness, and you have to let it glow and hope other Neopets like you for it. My Skeith, Filthy, and I have compiled a list of nine ways that you can really channel your inner disgustingness whilst softening the Skeith image
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Begin Again: Part Two Lukirri looks out into the night, backpack heavy with dried food, fresh water and a bigger map. She stands alone, but alone and enforced, with a firm idea of what she’s doing.Art by ellbot1998
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After ACX: Part Three Part Three - DariganThe crowd always gasps when I appear on the pitch. Then they cheer, they’re greedy. You can almost hear their eagerness salivating in their roars. They know that the teams are dreading seeing my purple and black form rise off the pedestal. Also by lil_em06
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