Whether you have only recently started to read the Neopian Times or are a returning user who has missed a lot of issues it’s well worth delving into the archives to discover the breadth and depth of the contributor’s work over the years. Even if you have always been a subscriber, when there is a new issue every week it’s easy to forget some of your old favourites.
In this article we’re going to give a history of the Neopian Times and how it has changed over the years, highlighting the issues worth a special mention. From those we’ll pick out a submission that is really worth a read and, hopefully, will tempt you to explore the rest of the issue.
Super Secret Club Special: Septuacentennial Struggle In the garden of number forty eight, Rainbow Lane, Neopia Central, stands a tree house. But this is not just any treehouse. This treehouse is the headquarters-
“No, that’s not right.”
The girl in the spinny office chair exhales irritably, scribbling out the lines she’s just written.
The Purpose of the Press The door to Professor Lambert’s chambers creaked open. The Gnorbu looked up from his daily reading and twitched his ear. “Ah, you must be Jacob, come right this way!” he said, motioning to the seat in front of his desk. “Now, I have your file pulled out already. I gave it a read over my lunch break, I hope you don’t mind. Your résumé is very impressive indeed.”
The Complete Guide to Owning a Weewoo Weewoo are quite the popular Petpet species across the many regions of Neopia, and for good reason! They are small in stature but quickly become unwaveringly bonded to their owner.
Fun Customization Items to Celebrate Issue #700! Of course, that means we need some party-themed customization items. It’s time to bring out enough balloons to re-float Faerieland; enough cake to satisfy King Skarl; and perhaps enough confetti to temporarily distract everyone while the meepits–
The Gallant Return of Kathryn and Tobin: Part Five By the time we had completed the glass-bottom boat tour, it was only one o'clock, so I had two hours to kill before Daisy came over. Tobin asked if I wanted to explore the woods for snorkles that liked to root around in the undergrowth and leaf litter for truffles, but I was too mad at him.
On The Revolution of Heavenly Spears: Part One Normally, after Ryshu the Nimmo entered the school’s wooden doors half an hour before the official opening time, he would meditate privately in the tranquillity of dawn, closing his eyes and slowly taking in the fresh breezes that rolled in through the window, pausing every so often to change his current position. As an instructor, this was something expected of him; appreciating silence, after all, did help boost one’s endurance.