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	The Pant Devil Attractor It is well named. Also by icygal2310 by shennyyy
	Just Jelni: Blessing Blunder Generous faeries will only tolerate so much. by angul888
	The Weight of the Rescue Find out who is the real MVP of Warf Rescue Team. by carrotbreath
	Protect Your Peas, Please! But your cape today, available at the Hidden Tower! by littledude61394
	Not an Artist That's NOT how it's done. by mythicalcanadian
	Head in the Clouds: Cup Antics When glitches impede your team's victory. by yoshisislandbandit
	Trouble in Paradise: Ideas Yeah, I think we've all been here... by chasing_stars44
	Sunny Side Up: Team Spirit The AC commentators have surprisingly poor observational skills. Also by parody_ham by amarettoball
	Chokato Slushie I SAID CHOKATO! by cria_sherwood
	World Domination Everyone has a weakness Also by Myulai by xxxfenice_neraxxx
	YYB - The Disadvantage of Being the Opposing Team This is just getting ridiculous. by goldensif
	Foul Play I don't think this was random... Also by jarviscocker. by sophieauditore
	Slushie Slinger Conundrums It's starting to make sense by bittersweet52
	Shootout Showdown If I could just get that Chia to quit laughing at me... by scechoi
	Lame Pun: Altador Cup Finally, some peace and quiet. by blackaavar

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"Lost and Found Again" by geniusbulb
Scellea woke up in the middle of the forest. There was a Kacheek farmer standing over her with a pitchfork in his paw and a very angry look on his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said. “You can’t just sleep wherever you want. This is my property!” She tried to speak but found her beak was full of leaves. She spat it out. “Sorry—” she began. “Oh, just get out of here,” said the farmer. “Kids these days!” 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 walls of Altador; she’d crashed into some Altadorian farm. But— She flew into the city, landed near one of the reflecting pools, and stared at herself. She was a Faerie Eyrie, a little dusty, with a few leaves still stuck in her feathers. She remembered her name but nothing else about herself, even where she’d come from. She had nothing to her name. “It looks like I’m here for now,” she said to herself. Even the short flight from the farm to the city had exhausted her, and she suspected that one of her wings was sprained. She was hungry, too. She walked instead of flying to Exquisite Ambrosia, where the cheerful Skeith shopkeeper stood selling mountains of bread and grapes and fresh cheese. “What do you mean, you don’t have any money?” he said to her.

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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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A Pair of Punished Pranksters
The moon was full, and the sky was plagued by ominous shadows. Two Darigan Neopets, a Scorchio and an Aisha, snuck onto the property, spray paint in hand. "I can't believe that Ella beat us in the Beauty Contest," grumbled the Scorchio. "We'll show her!"

by _brainchild_

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Trophies For The Cursed!
Turn your horrible luck into a trophy!! In this world where bad luck is good luck I was lucky (unlucky) enough to be a Champion. A Champion at losing. HMMM. One good thing I can say is that losing badly enough comes with a big trophy.

by sanford3581

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Kiko Lake Survivors Anonymous: Where's My Stuff?
While this intense preparation may lead to victory, it also serves as an opportunity for one notorious team in Neopia to take advantage over all of the rest. For many of us readers, we have been greeted by the terrible “random event” regarding a certain team accepting donations of highly valuable items. For some of us, items of great value have been usurped by the winner of last year’s Altador Cup…Team Kiko Lake.

by rboudre4

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Desert Requiem: Part Two
The Grand Hall of Sakhmet Palace, used to being the venue for important audiences, was to bear witness to an event of historic significance that day. Courtiers in their finery took up position on either side of the room, for once not engaging in idle chatter; their expressions were of rapt attention.

by kalnya

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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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