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Issue: 1064 | 28th day of Hiding, Y28 |
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 | Neopia’s Runway: Albert's AttireWelcome to another edition of Neopia’s Runway!
by noileh |  | A Mutant’s Family Business For generations, my family has succeeded in the niche business of scare tactics and protective services, usually for a fee, of course. Every Neopian knew our family name for all the wrong reasons, and this is just the way my parents liked it...Collab with chihuahua__89
by qeenoneo |  | The Gnorbu Who Lost All His WoolMaybe going bald isn't so bad after all...
by i_lovee_icecream |  | Old NewsThe clinking of forks against plates barely managed to fight its way past the cacophonous roar of the many, MANY Neopians dining at Exquisite Ambrosia, with their voices coming off instead as a meek set of pin drops in comparison to the crowd...
by opossumman |  | The Mutant MeetupIn the Haunted Woods, you had two choices for lighting — dim or flickering. And if you were especially unlucky, there was no choice at all, and you ended up with both.
by stella_123_5 |  | The Potion Collector’s CatastropheBramble, the Blue Meerca, had always been a collector. Some Neopets collected stamps. Others collected plushies, or rare foods. But Bramble collected Transmogrification Potions...
by kindnessx |  | Wither Wander YouLokanta was returning from a party when she noticed something strange: a slick of green floating on top of the water...
by 77thbigby |  | I Like Being MutantJhiy the Mutant Gelert tugged on the straps of his Albert backpack and grunted as his textbooks shifted around. He was very much looking forward to a new semester at Brightvale University...Collab with shin0bi_
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"A Mutant’s Family Business" by qeenoneo
For generations, my family has succeeded in the niche business of scare tactics and protective services, usually for a fee, of course. Every Neopian knew our family name for all the wrong reasons, and this is just the way my parents liked it. Our dwellings are far away from Neopia Central or any town where Neopians gather, driven out many years ago for ‘terrorising the locals’. We are a family of Mutants and a proud one at that, no matter what others say or how they sharpen their narrowed eyes when we are around. We don’t often go into the Bazaar because it is made clear very quickly that we are not welcome, even if we are just needing to pick up some hot dogs from Huberts for dinner. I noticed how others treated us when I was a young Mutant Lupe pup, just wanting to make friends, romp around, play tag, and hide and seek with the others. I didn’t understand then why others were so afraid of me, running in the other direction when they saw me walking towards them. I didn’t mean any harm to them; I wish I just had the chance to tell them that. But they never gave me a chance to say the words. My parents made sure to teach me about the cruelty of the world from a very young age, and why it was important to continue our ancestral work. They would tell me the only way to be seen and be able to stand proud is to dominate; lurking in the shadows, collecting debts and showing them how scary...
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