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 | There Is Something In My Closet And It Is Roaring! It was an early evening in Shenkuu. My friends, Jeulienna the Yellow Lenny and Manigolaia the Cloud Ruki and I, Zannidda, a Starry Xweetok, had just enjoyed a mouth-watering dinner together of Pirate Lupe pasta with Cheesy Onion sticks. The discussion on the table was about our favorite games from the Daily Dare Also by alienigenosidad
by applefaerie99 |  | The Song of the SkeithThe beast stalking the herds of Tyrannia is not all that it seems...
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3 Recent Weapons that Jumpstarted my Faith in TNT
Neopia’s own little music shop is located in the bustling Neopian Plaza at Neopia Central. A quick peek inside will show you dozens and dozens of instruments to select from, from sorts of shapes, sizes, and materials. If you’re anything like me, it can be even be a little overwhelming at first. Luckily for you, I did a little research compiling some of what I believe to be Neopia’s best rock instruments! This guide will go over all the types of instruments in your standard rock band, including guitars, basses, drums and more.
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 Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide: Hungry Skeith
A lot of folks consider Hungry Skeith to be an average-to-difficult game avatar. Admittedly, this was in my top five of game avatars I struggled with the most. After playing for hours and hours, I developed a few strategies that I hope will help others on their path to avatar glory.
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 An Interview with the Space Faerie
Hello all! In light of the NC Mall’s 9th anniversary, I am here today to interview the Space Faerie, who has very kindly agreed to sit with me here today for an interview.
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 Clouds Over Cogham: Part Eleven
If the heartache of loss could be summarised in sound, it would be the din that fills Cogham as the villagers are dragged to the site of their inevitable demise. The fires burn bright, and the hatred burns brighter, and the world is aglow in a sickly gold, blanketed by a warmth that feels strangely like frostbite.
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