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Issue: 737 | 17th day of Relaxing, Y18 |
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Boochi and Dr. Landelbrot: An Exposé
It’s been a little over two years since Neopians stopped always being sure to leave the house with their least fav--erm, luckiest pet, should they have the misfortune of running into Boochi. These days, anyone who finds themselves staring down the business end of Boochi’s ray gun has little to fear, since his aim just isn’t what it used to be. But, after all these years, I was startled to discover that no-one had reported on the villains involved--or the scientist responsible.
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Lost and Found Again So she got out. She did not know where she was. Her wings, thankfully, still worked, and after she’d flown up a little distance, she could see that she was just outside the w
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Jhudora's Curse As magical as Healing Springs is, there was one time the magic of it went terribly wrong. It all started when the water faerie who runs the Healing Springs was sick and had her friend Lily fill in for her for the day while she rested and focused on getting better...
by she_chose_love |
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Kiko Lake Survivors Anonymous: Where's My Stuff? While this intense preparation may lead to victory, it also serves as an opportunity for one notorious team in Neopia to take advantage over all of the rest. For many of us readers, we have been greeted by the terrible “random event” regarding a certain team accepting donations of highly valuable items. For some of us, items of great value have been usurped by the winner of last year’s Altador Cup…Team Kiko Lake.
by rboudre4 |
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Desert Requiem: Part Two The Grand Hall of Sakhmet Palace, used to being the venue for important audiences, was to bear witness to an event of historic significance that day. Courtiers in their finery took up position on either side of the room, for once not engaging in idle chatter; their expressions were of rapt attention.
by kalnya |
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Clouds Over Cogham: Part Five Maybe if the village wasn’t so consumed in smoke, and he wasn’t choking on the taste of cruel fire magic, and the screaming wasn’t so loud that he can barely hear his own thoughts, he could charge in valiantly like a storybook hero.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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