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Issue: 1043 | 3rd day of Collecting, Y27 |
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 | Miasmora & Wisric's Grand Meridellian Misadventure"Begone, spirit!" the Royal Gelert said, puffing up his chest to make himself seem bigger. Like Miasmora, whatever Battledome equipment he may..." Collab with meercamaster184
by phadalusfish |  | Ilere Finds a Baby"The wailing of the Baby Elephante—still tucked snugly into the basket, which was being given a wide berth by the crowd milling outside the burning building as the Neovian fire crew fought the flames..."
by cookybananas324 |  | The Adventures of Draikin and the Light Faerie"After Ciara had flown away, the wind died away in the forest, but the sky remained dark and heavy. Draikin, the young Royal Ixi, stood alone in the now..."
by jennythegreat |  | The Heist at the Chocolate Factory."The shadow stepped forward, moving carefully between the distorted trees. For a moment, the Haunted Woods itself seemed to hold its breath in awe at the scene that was developing in that moment..." Collab with rascle90 & kikepv
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"A Little Coffee, Colouring, and Care
" by rachu816
One day, Detective Greg the Grey Poogle was sitting at his kitchen counter working through his copy of the Lost Desert Colouring Book and sipping his morning espresso. His colouring technique was to use pointillism for the grains of sand and, of course, to only use a grayscale palette. It was very on-brand for him. Blues, yellows, reds- those were just not his style. After Detective Greg made his thousandth dot (yes, he was counting), he let out a big sigh and picked up his coffee to slurp at again.
To be frank, Detective Greg has had a series of dull days recently. It was not like there weren’t any mysteries in Neopia to solve. Afterall, there was a giant purple cloud out in interplanetary space that was terrorizing Neopia and a mysterious grey painter turning the world grey. Even though Detective Greg was a professional detective, a space mission was a bit out of his expertise and he also was not fit enough to fight the mischievous voidlings in the Battledome. Fighting just wasn’t his style in general. He felt at a loss for how he could help out.
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 A Shell Out Of Reach
As the last rays of sunlight dipped behind the jagged cliffs of Tyrannia, Cam the Gold Draik sat silently on the crumbling edge of the Battleground.
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