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Issue: 825 | 27th day of Eating, Y20 |
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 | Rasputin's RevengeA magical cloud swallowed the famous land of Altador in a thick blanket of darkness. The land of sunny skies and bright futures was now drained of all signs of life. Nera felt helpless, her people were in danger and nothing she could do would help. She failed them, they counted on her in the beginning and trusted her.
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The Devilpuss: Is it the Petpet for you?
Need a new Petpet? Missing a special little critter in your life? Searching for something to test your mettle? Why not get yourself a Devilpuss!!
These pink little monsters are the perfect addition to any home - I should know, I have an army of over 1000 of them!! I’ve been collecting Devilpusses (or Devilpi, as I like to call them) for many years and have grown to know their quirks quite well. If you’re thinking about getting one, check out this handy guide to see if it’s really the Petpet for you.
Part 1: What is a Devilpuss?
The Devilpuss is a small, pink Petpet found across central Neopia. They originated in the Haunted Woods, and are officially classed as Spooky Petpets, but they found in many other regions, and can have slight regional variances. Although no one knows for sure where the Devilpuss originated from, some speculate that they came into being as a result ...
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