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Feeding Famished Florg Fanatically
Feepits! I feel funny fabricating fables featuring Florg, the famished fickle feaster. Frankly, Feeding Florg falls firmly as my favorite feel-good fun! Alas, I cannot keep this alliteration afloat, so onto the guide ye feeders seek! Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve insulted the Feepits by featuring them in this article, so I expect to be attacked by a herd of them as I stroll around Neopia.
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The Desk Inspection I'm not the only person Keriso, the zombie Draik, plays tricks on. She does it all the time to everybody. Friends at school, my dad, her mum, Duimu the grey Grarrl from up the street, strange neopets in cafes, even teachers. And even our new teacher Miss Gest which takes some nerve, I can tell you.Also by ukases
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The Quest for Piratehood Lantsov absolutely adored living in a Neohome in Krawk Island. As a pirate Blumaroo, he felt at home among the scourges and scallywags that prowled the beaches and alleys of his neighborhood. And, of course, he participated in all of the mandatory pirate activities that the island had to offer. But there was one huge problem. Lantsov wasn’t actually a pirate.
by lunarchronicles |
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Overfeeding is Fun! When I first started feeding kadoaties, also known as “kads”, I had no idea what an overfeeder was. I foolishly thought everyone stopped feeding kads once they finally got the avatar. Why would you want to feed beyond seventy-five?
by jessica_sweetie8 |
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Feeding Famished Florg Fanatically Feepits! I feel funny fabricating fables featuring Florg, the famished fickle feaster. Frankly, Feeding Florg falls firmly as my favorite feel-good fun! Alas, I cannot keep this alliteration afloat, so onto the guide ye feeders seek!
by gloomyparadise |
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The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Two Five days later, on a grey drizzly afternoon, Pharazon stepped off the gangplank of the sky-ship liner and into Brightvale’s bustling skyport. He pulled the hood of his travelling cloak closer around his face to protect himself from the chill air, watching his breath pool in front of his snout every time he exhaled.
by cosmicfire918 |
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