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 | Usuki Singing Stars #48: The Great NT Mystery!Sparkles looked at the whitestone rectangular building in front of her. “Here we are, gang!” The pink Bruce exclaimed excitedly. “The worldwide headquarters for the Neopian Times! Who knows what wonders we’ll see once we step inside?”
by downrightdude |  | A Song for YouAn annual Shenkuu festival brings both delight and sadness to a lone draik.
by fallingdaybreak |  | The Uncanny Horticulturist You make your way along the outskirts of Neovia grumbling. Your pockets feel significantly lighter after a particularly annoying turn of events at the Apple Bobbing station. Why do you insist on still visiting that shady character Bart?
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"Usuki Singing Stars #48: The Great NT Mystery!" by downrightdude
Sparkles looked at the whitestone rectangular building in front of her. “Here we are, gang!” The pink Bruce exclaimed excitedly. “The worldwide headquarters for the Neopian Times! Who knows what wonders we’ll see once we step inside?”
Scary sighed. “Are we going to barge in, or did we walk all the way here just to look at the ugly exterior?” asked the purple Bruce.
“Hmm, do you think we should have sent a notice about our visit?” Sparkles wondered. She watched two Weewoos fly in through the front doors, both carrying a burlap mailbag...
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Any game avatar is a proof of mastery of the Games Room. Many hours of practice, sweaty palms, and maximum focus. Some would even say playing Neopets games gets them into their flow state, where they are completely immersed in an activity. Volcano Run II is no exception...
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 The Adventures of Armin
There was once a beast. A monster. He desired all the treasure within Terror Mountain. Hundreds of Bori lived happily within this mountain. That is, until HE came...
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The shriek of the whistle upon the beginning of the shift dispelled the last traces of sleepiness from Monazite. Her ear holes burning and her eyes wide open, all that was left to remind her of the meagre amount of sleep she was afforded was the weariness in her body...
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