| There are ants in my Lucky Green Boots |
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Issue: 624 | 13th day of Celebrating, Y15 |
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 | Stuck"C'mon, Shaun! I'm sick of waiting, when do we get to go out there?" A small Magma Bori pouted and crossed her arms across her chest.
by flames_unleashed |  | In the Spotlight! (From a Kadoatie's Perspective)Hey there! I am the ever so famous Kitty. After hearing stories from my brother, Puppy, I am more than thrilled to finally meet you.
by kitty_power_2298 |  | Last Spotted: A Long, Long Time AgoThere were five of us, all together as a big happy family. We never spared a thought to the future.
by skittyfan100 |  | FamilySometimes, a Daridell Aisha stands at the edge of the Citadel, thinking of things that might have been.
by just_meow_kitty |  | ParalysedThere, a light. A slight light, blinding light, squeezing through her eyelid like the sun's rays through a cracked wall.
by pillarbox |  | Random Contest Woes"Our Random Contest entry! You're already finished, aren't you? We had like a week!"
by butterfly7672 |  | How To Save A Yooyuball Team From Financial DoomComing up with a plan to avoid the aforementioned "doom" is always a useful first step.
by pikapi20 |  | Ludroth and the Cursed BridleThe passage ahead of us stretched out of sight into the darkness.
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Winter Wonderland
Suddenly Terror Mountain lights up with life as joyful laughter fills the air as fireplaces are lit and the smell of peppermint and gingerbread waft through the streets. It only happens once a year but once the Month of Celebrating arrives Terror Mountain is a Terror no more. Instead, it becomes a beautiful...
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Agent of the Sway: Isolation - Part Six The teleportation device did not carry them far, a few levels down into one of the side chambers of the Citadel. Clayton made short work of the few unsuspecting guards they found there, giving them time to take stock.
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Coronation: Part Seven I laid the Grave Shovel against the tombstone. The Toothy Grin Mask had shattered into pieces and was sinking into the mud.
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