| Preparing Neopia for the Meepits |
Circulation: 194,126,976 |
Issue: 740 | 15th day of Swimming, Y18 |
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 | The Burning Book of Moltara: Part OneYet, while nearly everyone in Neopia screams about Yooyuball and discusses their favorite flavor of slushie, a little pair of neopets find their way into a mostly deserted Faerieland Library. "Come on, HS! Everyone's down at the arena. This is our chance to explore the top floor!" Vivi peeks out from behind the corner of the library before letting HS know the coast is clear. Also by brooklyn3223 and eeames
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"Once Upon a Memory" by parody_ham
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was eleven years After Neopia, I believe, or was it twelve? I can never remember the way we used to mark time. It all seems like such a long time ago—ironic, really, given that we live hundreds of years in the past now.
We lived with our mother and father outside of Neopia Central. It was a bustling town, although nothing similar to city of Meridell. There were no merchant guilds, no knights in shining armor. Yet I remember loving the place, and loving the festivals all the more. Each year, the 20th day of Gathering, the faeries would host a festival celebrating their peaceful relations with Neopian-kind.
My parents had been working when the festival came to town. They were a trusting sort, allowing a ten-year-old to watch his sister unsupervised. I think they loved me. Based on the stories that Lisha told me, they seemed kind enough.
I remember less of them each day, less of my old life each hour. But the important memories remain.
The parents had asked me to guard Lisha at the festival, to keep her safe no matter what. It was an honor; I took it very much to heart. After all, how often does a pup receive such a responsibility?
Even before the festival started, Lisha had been so excited to see Queen Fyora. Lisha squeezed my hand tightly as we maneuvered through the crowds, poking our heads through the mass of excited spectators. When the Faerie Queen began her address, a soft breeze began blowing.
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 The Spelling Test
t was one of those hot, lazy, summer days when all you want to do is lie on your back among the buttercups and listen to the springabees buzzing by. Being stuck in a classroom felt like being in prison, and I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end.
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 Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree
“Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”
by downrightdude |
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 Totally Irrational Things That We Do!
Why do we sometimes do things that are totally irrational on this site? To gather information, I canvassed the Neoboards for the opinions of my fellow players. They posted some very interesting habits of theirs, habits that are totally irrational, yet totally universal as well!
by indulgences |
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 Data-a-Roo: Examining Dice-a-Roo Outcomes
On Roo Island, there is a regal Blumaroo beckoning you to play a little dice game. This game is called Dice-a-Roo, and it has a simple premise. These dice are high-risk, high-reward. While you often risk a game over by continuing, you have a chance at obtaining a jackpot, which also comes with an additional avatar reward!
by lithoxide |
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