Voice of the Neopian Pound |
Circulation: 195,313,618 |
Issue: 839 | 14th day of Gathering, Y20 |
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Headlines "New Chapters" by marchabun I wasn't nervous.
Not at all.
At least, that's what I'd repeated to myself while my hands shook in anticipation.
You would think that with my level of experience I would be perfectly fine, but I had butterflies in my stomach, my heart in my throat, the whole shebang. But it had been over a decade since I'd last done this— I came back on a whim. I had been living a different life altogether after I had parted ways with my previous pets all those years ago. Back then I was a plucky little girl, running around Neopia and solving mysteries with my best friends.
I realized the memory brought a smile on my face when he gave me a curious look. I cleared my throat.
"Hello."
Hello? Was that the best I could do now? No introduction? Well, it's far too late to tack on my name now, it would sound pretty stiff. Not that it doesn't already.
The blue Gnorbu lit up as soon as I offered my lackluster greeting. He did not seem bothered by it at all as he trotted towards me and straightened up to present himself excitedly. The sight of it was so endearing that in that moment I had felt a rush of nostalgia and warmth.
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Dr. Frank Sloth's Daily Routine Everyone is surely wondering what Dr. Sloth is doing with all the time he is not trying to take over Neopia. Does he have any relevant hobbies? Does he perhaps play an instrument? Does he secretly dress up in disguise and walks among other Neopians? We got the chance to observe Dr. Frank Sloth in his natural habitat and found out a lot of things we didn't know about him. And maybe he isn't as evil as he'd like us to think.
by maryannyks |
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Jolla and the Magic of the Dream Fortress The faerie’s footsteps reverberated off the gleaming stone tile. The interior sprawled like a grand hall, neutral greys dominating the polished floors and high-vaulted ceiling. Specks of tinted rainbow light flashed through the stained-glass windows, the passing clouds that were close enough to touch caused the light to dance. As she floated, following behind the faerie’s footsteps, Jolla the Dimensional Peophin took in her new assignment. The sorceress thought to herself, “So this is the inside of the Dream Fortress…”
by miraday |
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