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Headlines "The Origins Of: Balthazar" by tambourine_chimp It's true. I, Balthazar Rory Snarlington Woof, have come out of hiding to reveal the truth once and for all, so that everyone may at last realise how my name and existence have become so maliciously tarnished. 'Never judge a book by its cover,' I believe you Neopians like to say. Well, I ask for no more than ten minutes of your time to prove to you...
Other Stories
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Venuquin There is salt in the water, and some innate intuition tells
you that this water is unfit to drink. As soon as you think that, your thirst
comes back with new vengeance. Just your luck. Where are you? How did you get
here? How do you get out of here? Will anyone think to look for you?
by phsycoticdancer |
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The Origins Of: Balthazar I, Balthazar Rory Snarlington
Woof, have come out of hiding to reveal the truth once and for all, so that
everyone may at last realise how my name and existence have become so maliciously
tarnished...
by tambourine_chimp |
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The Science of NeoQuest Why do so many people play
NeoQuest? Why do so many people not play NeoQuest? What makes the game
so addictive, so great?
by micrody |
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How to Be a Cracking Guild Leader A guild would be nothing without its strong-willed leader - the member
that provides motivation, shows great communication skills and leads the guild
to respect.
by tweecle |
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Roomies 2: Part One The sun was shining, the
air was warm, a crisp breeze was blowing through her hair; she couldn't ask
for anything more. Summer was here and that meant only one thing to the air
faerie: summer vacation...
by vanessa1357924680 |
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Aubrise and the Gebmid Mystery: Part Four Aubrise was woken by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she pushed off her
covers and slowly stood up. "I'm coming!" she called as, still yawning, she
made her way to the door...
Art by rookina
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