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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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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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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
by geniusbulb |
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Kaus from A to Z In celebration of Kau Day, I have compiled a list of various things concerning the species. Here you`ll find everything from famous Kaus, to notes on artwork, reading tips and customization suggestions.
by aleu1986 |
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Tribulations of a Quest Sceptic: Part One Everyone around seemed so fixated upon them, as if nothing could be more important than dashing off to some far-flung region of Neopia in order to retrieve a mirror for an impatient, sneering Dark Faerie, or braving the wilds of some forsaken realm in order to ensure that Edna had Poogle fur clippings to add to her latest, noxious brew.
by anjie |
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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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