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Issue: 732 | 13th day of Hunting, Y18 |
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Put Your Party Pants On: Tyrannia Victory Day
Tyrannian Victory Day is upon us once again, and you know what that means, a 24-hour long PARTY! But what does one wear to a Tyrannian Victory Day party, you ask? Wonder no more because I am here to help. This helpful guide will show you a variety of items to wear, and a few to avoid, this Tyrannian Victory Day, all without breaking the bank!
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Off To The Races All neopets are taught to never give up, no matter how impossible something may seem. This is the story of Tessa, the Uni who wouldn’t let anything get in the way of her dreams.
by she_chose_love |
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Chaos in the Space Station A loud bang of the front door being slammed echoed in the eventide Zafaras’ long ears. Looking up from his book, Illusens Ixi, Sparkle saw a tall boy with black hair dragging his inventory bag down the hall behind him. “Hey, Mat. What’s up?”
by lilawildflower |
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102 New Things To Do In Neopia There comes a time in the life of every Neopian when they simply become bored. Bored. Such a terrible word, am I right? Well, I’m here to give you a bunch of things to do so you can get over that boredom or avoid it completely.
by dunefurandlilypelt |
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(Dungeon) Dash Your Way to a New Trophy! In honour of Daily Dare’s return this year, let’s take a stroll down memory lane to a previous Daily Dare that brought us the game Dungeon Dash! At first, this game seems daunting, but hopefully with my guide you’ll get a new shiny gold trophy for your lookup!
by misiaxcore |
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The Vine of Destiny: Book 1, The Apprentice Pirates: Part One “By Fyora…” Jacques gasped, “Who would be crazy enough to sail a dinghy in the middle of the Maraquan Circle?!” “Somebody who doesn’t know the first thing about the sea would be my guess.” Garin replied as he looked through a spyglass and spotted a pair of Neopian girls clinging to the mast of their dinghy as it was tossed by the waves.
by teamchao466 |
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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Four The sighs of melancholy were all that one could hear in the streets of Sakhmet. There were no children laughing in the sandpits, no market women squabbling over who saw the ripest ummagine first, no men laughing as they share a chilled glass of sand shake. Instead, the only sound that permeated through the thick silence were the soft sighs of the grey Neopians who roamed aimlessly through the streets
by iamnotaaron |
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