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Issue: 728 | 15th day of Eating, Y18 |
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Headlines "Confessions of King Skarl's Hair Stylist" by redken9x9 I’ve been told that many people would – What? I can’t say that word? Fine.
I’ve been told that many people would MURDER to have my job. I say – YOU CAN HAVE IT!
My name is Marcel Picklesby. Like anyone else, I was foolish enough to think that working for royalty would land me in the spotlight and get me featured on the Neopian Times for my dazzling artwork and suave sense of style. Instead, I’m featured on the Neopian Times for completely different reasons. I’m here to clear up the confusion behind my departure from Meridell Castle and I want all of Neopia to know the truth.
I came on board shortly after all the drama with Kass concluded. The hair stylist before me disappeared after a fatal encounter with Kiss the Mortog. Poor thing! I do believe the Mortog’s are responsible for more fatalities than Darigan and Snow Roller combined. It’s gotten so bad in fact that a new swamp is forming right on the borders of Meridell! What is that majestic green pond you ask? Why, it’s none other than a myriad of a Mortog guts and Avvie Collector tears!
But I digress.
Dear friends, the real reason I’m speaking to you today is for the sole purpose that you do not fall victim to the senseless mind control that Skarl is not only inflicting upon the inhabitants of Meridell, but on the whole of Neopia itself.
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Eye of the Crokabek: Part Three The guards were clearly members of the Sway. Even if they hadn't been attired with coattails and fob watches, the Crokabek perched on the shoulder of one would've given them away.
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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Eleven Chloe opened her eyes to a familiar sight. She was sitting in the control room, the large screens of the console glowing around her. There was nothing urgent on them; they were exactly as she remembered them from a week before when she had been pulled out of her life into the nightmare future.
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