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Issue: 889 | 31st day of Sleeping, Y22 |
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 | What to do when you STILL feel like a n00bIf you’re anything like me, you started playing Neopets a long, long time ago. Possibly when you were young enough that your parents had to fax TNT a permission form to access neoboards and guilds.
by neotopia1995 |  | Brain Tree Quest: Guideline for Avatar & TrophyLuck! It all depends on your luck!
by silver0225 |  | The Times Have Changed, Can You Relate?My flashback of when I first joined this site. Can you relate?
by yodiee |  | Potions, Elixirs, Tonics, and Their Wondrous UsesNeopia is filled with many kinds of items such as medicines, books, stamps, training aids, cards, toys, the list goes on and on. One particular set of items has intrigued me more than any other however.
by mewemy |  | Are They Worth It? Books That Break The BankA previous article of mine talked about the worth of books. It focused in particular, on the many cheaply priced items available throughout Neopia, such as Maraquan Bed Time Stories or the third issue of this very Neopian Times, and how, they are worth so much more than their price tag implies.
by kahlen369 |  | Vegan on a Budget Has your pet been complaining of eating the same omelettes and jellies every day?
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"The Dark Detective:Part Seven
" by tanikagillam
Elena was convinced that their boat would still be there, despite the tide having come in and out for several days. Dark had a less optimistic view, considering how everything else that could have gone wrong had gone wrong over the last couple of days, and was in something of a mood by the time they – Dark, Elena, Soren and Belle – had managed to climb to the top of the ravine, following Elena’s rainbow flames up the rocky cavern wall.
It was therefore something of a surprise when the group returned to the spot Dark and Elena had washed up at, and found their small boat overturned and half buried in the sand. Sebastian jumped out of Dark’s arm and ran towards the boat, and stopped to give it a kick. Why he did this was anybody’s guess, as the group had long since learnt to mostly ignore the Meepit and his strange antics.
Together they dug out the sand around the boat and flipped it over, dusting it off as best they could. The wood was strong and thick, and seemed to have last well against the elements as it lay on the beach.“So we’re all clear on the plan – right?”
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 From a Friend
The Neopian Pound was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year (and yes, sadly, even on the Day of Giving).
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