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Issue: 1036 | 27th day of Relaxing, Y27 |
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Short Stories
 | Attic Antics: What’s Going On Up There?The dry twigs and dead leaves crunched underneath their feet as they made their way along the long, dark path between the Haunted Woods and the rebuilt city of Neovia.
by qeenoneo |  | The Tribulations of Major CrandallThe bespectacled Darigan Aisha clad in the purple and black livery of Lord Kass’ army scowled at the green Moehog in a worn brown robe before him. He crumpled a scroll bearing the seal of Darigan Citadel’s new ruler in his hand before slamming his fist against the wall, narrowly missing an ancient, cracked mirror.
by precious_katuch14 |  | Walls of GlassGlorini’s three-hundredth birthday gala was being held at Faerie Castle and Seshatia had prepared herself accordingly. It was easy to lose track of one’s exact age with faerie longevity, but three centuries was a significant milestone and a perfect excuse for a grand party.
by darkpixie28 |  | Courier CrisisArnie was a well-intentioned Blumaroo with a heart as big as his fist. He wanted people to like him. He wanted the other residents of Altador to welcome him the way he felt others were welcome.
by metakitsune |  | Those Aren't Pickles...As a naive and innocent Neopian, I embarked on a quest in search of answers... about a pickle jar? No, wait...
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"HCourier Crisis" by metakitsune
Arnie was a well-intentioned Blumaroo with a heart as big as his fist. He wanted people to like him. He wanted the other residents of Altador to welcome him the way he felt others were welcome. There was one problem with this though. Arnie was Grey. Not in the sad, mopey kind of way. Even though there was no denying he looked the part. Arnie had been painted Grey for as long as he could remember and normally there wouldn’t be any problem with this. Lately, however, people had been giving him weird looks. He could feel that the community that used to show him the same love he gave them now regarded him with a sense of animosity. Arnie knew it was all thanks to that Grey Curse that had spread across Neopia. Grey was once a celebrated colour just like any other but now it felt tainted. Arnie had spent quite some time hiding away in his home. His only contact with the outside world was his daily venture to the couriers to see his good friend Benny. However, ever since the cancellation of this year’s Altador Cup, Arnie was determined to make a change. He wanted, no, needed to show the people he loved just how valuable Grey Pets continued to be.
Arnie started his day with his usual walk to the couriers office. Technically the office was down the street from his house but Grey Pets tended to move along a little slower than usual. As Arnie opened his front door the sunlight greeted his sunken eyes. It was a beautiful day and although outwardly he wasn’t quite capable of showing it he felt grateful to be in the warm breeze.
Other Stories
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 Nimmos Pond Avatar Guide
You play as a Nimmo (no surprise there!), minding your business in the middle of an idyllic pond, when your peace is disturbed by…massive lily pads intent on destruction. Fear not though, you have a few weapons and tools to help you out!
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 Cedar Locke and the Missing Brooch
The next day dawned bright and fresh. A clear sky and swift winds that billowed through the city. Cedar awoke to find himself slumped in a chair beside the embers of a long-dead fire.
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