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"Proving the Existence of Jelly World" by greenj12356
In a building down a dark alley in Neopia Central, a group of pets got together to discuss an idea that many would not be able to voice in public.
“Now, I’m not saying it is true right away,” Started their self-proclaimed leader, a Jelly Kau named Jeandra, “But suppose that Jelly World does actually exist.” There were some gasps from the group, but most of them nodded their heads. They were all Jelly pets after all. Believing that more items, and even whole lands could also be made out of Jelly was not so farfetched to them. “All throughout history we have heard of pet’s hushed whisperings of a world made of Jelly. But all of these pets have been quickly silenced, or labeled as insane. Darigan still holds a prisoner in his dungeons that goes on about Jelly World, but that isn’t the only pet to speak of this land. In my research quite a few pets wound up at Meepit Oaks Sanitorium for even trying to gather together like we are now, and discuss this rationally.”
“But why?” a Grarrl in the crowd questioned. “It seems to me that if this land does exist, there should be an effort made to find it. Why would someone go to such lengths to hide its existence from the rest of Neopia?” The group of the Jelly pets listening nodded their agreement.
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