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Purveyor of Precious Toys
As Lupe Day approaches, the minds of Neopians across the globe turn to famous Lupes that have contributed to our world. In honor of this holiday, my Purple Lupe named Snazztacular and I decided to interview a famous Lupe: the shopkeeper of the Toy Store in Neopia Central.
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The Bennett Files: Neggs Over Easy Pets were milling about on the streets, anticipating the announcement signaling the start of the hunt. One Woodland Uni decided to stay inside, however, choosing instead to focus on a few odd experiments. His name was Bennett, and as a detective, he reasoned that he had better things to do than to search for brightly-colored Neggs like a hyperactive child.Also by phoenix_through_fire
by amarettoball |
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Rawr, the Fiercest Tasu “Shoy, do you think I'm fierce?" The query arose from a small speckled Faerie Tasu whose crystal blue eyes looked expectantly up at his best friend, Shoy.
by amethyst_81 |
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How to Make a Cybunny Carnival Celebration Cake No celebration would be complete without a cake and the Cybunny Carnival is no exception. But, with the Bakery being in Neopia Central, if you don’t happen to live close by the Breadmaster’s delights could be more than a little stale by the time you reach home. So if you want to impress your friends with so
by equinewhispers |
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Underoffering on the PC: Crime or Struggle? The Pound Chat (PC) is a scary place, to a newcomer it’s positively terrifying. Once you learn the lingo and get used to bumping with a smiley or full stop, you might be forgiven for thinking your trial ends there. “But wait!”, you hear the PC cry. What about… values?
by rayoceanweaver |
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The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part Eleven I’ve never gone down so many stairs in my life. By now I must have ran down at least thirty floors worth of white walls and white stairs—each floor indistinguishable from the last—and there was no end in sight. Finally, I came to a door. I figured that even if it’s not an exit, it would be a nice place to hide and regain my energy.
by ummagine3284 |
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Sylva's Spirit: Origins: Part Three Sylva vowed to not say a word to any of the crew about the stranger looking at him .As the day blended into night, makeshift beds were formed out of leaves on the beach. It was cold in the evenings, and leaves didn't do much to keep the heat in. Eliza had approached Sylva, her face bittersweet, thankful to be alive and sad at the situation. The two sat down in the sand, now cool under their paws.
by jrayeb3 |
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