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Issue: 761 | 16th day of Celebrating, Y18 |
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Your Favorite Species 
Have you ever wondered if there's a special reason why you can't get enough of a certain pet species? Or if there's a hidden method for your madness? Our favorite things are often a representation of ourselves and our personality. Find out what your favorite Neopet species is saying about you!
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Heroes The storm is approaching.
It is wild, reckless, paying no regard to the world it ravages. Ripping the shingles from the roofs of shops, and flooding the muddy pathways out to the square. It makes its way towards the homes and the village where they hide. It roars at them, bellows its defiance and rage to innocent ears. It doesn't care what it has to ruin before they are in its clutches. It yearns to punish the villagers, and to make them feel its indescribable pain.
by iswimmings |
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What Your Favorite Pet Species Says About You Have you ever wondered if there's a special reason why you can't get enough of a certain pet species? If you're just crazy for collecting every single Quiggle item on the site, or if there's a hidden method for your madness? Our favorite things are often a representation of ourselves and our personality. Find out what your favorite Neopet species is saying about you!
by pikachewz |
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Dreaming of Adventure: Part Three “Hey, this isn’t helping. What will help is entertaining Stevie and Stacie. You know them better than I do. What do they like?” Sweet tilted her head in the direction of the two babies.
The brown Kacheek looked at Stevie and Stacie sitting on the couch. They both looked back at her with good-natured smiles. She felt a tug at her heart.
by 77thbigby |
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The Holly and the Ivy: Part One "If you get too cold you’ll fall into torpor, and you won’t wake up ‘til Running.”
“Running?! But I’ll sleep right through Giving Day!” That was all the incentive Nan needed to stay in their little cottage until the snows stopped. And that was how winter went in the little hamlet of Caxton Bank, nestled in the foothills of the Werelupe Woods.
Most years, anyway.
by cosmicfire918 |
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