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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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An Artful Heart Ever since Kasey Kacheek was a baby, he had always loved the arts. He first visited the art centre at the age of five. Fascinated by the glow of the campfire dancing across the Aishas' faces, he'd listen shyly as they wove fantastic tales of mountains, beasts, and the brave Neopets who conquered them.
by kittiesthebest |
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Overlooked Neopians: The Soup Faerie But as the Faerie Festival approaches it’s time to begin to celebrate the Faeries and all they do to aid Neopia. But amongst the Space Faerie, Fountain Faerie and all the rest there is one faerie that frequently goes overlooked.
by trixietrotter |
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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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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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