"A Cold, Grey Rain" by maxalt A cold, grey rain drizzled slowly down onto the cold, grey, gloomy city of Neopia Central, covering everything and everyone within it in a cold, grey, dripping layer of (coincidentally) cold, grey raindrops. A small shadow Lupe, curled desperately on a lonely wooden bench, was no exception, being as cold and wet as everything else was--though perhaps not...
WANTED: AVATARS! The loss of avatars has created a major crisis! And in this light, our team of investigators has come up with the idea to find those avatars!
Catching Up: Part Ten Arielle nodded, climbing up into the nearest Racer. "What if someone flew back to the infirmary and got her out the window?" she asked...
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