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Interview with Snargan: The Skeith behind the Game by really_awesome_d00d | Description: It’s caused both tears of joy and tears of sorrow
in more hopeful Neopians than you might think. Double or Nothing is a game solely
dependant on luck – and, of course, the size of the player’s purse. |
| Week - 191
Faerie Song by laurelinden | Description: Being captured was frightening enough, but this was
every faerie's worst fear confirmed.
Also by Really_Awesome_D00d |
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Chicken Dance by really_awesome_d00d | Description: He thought in dismay of his sister Nena, back
in Neopia Central, who had become convinced, somehow, that she was a chicken.
What had begun as an innocent cluck here and there soon expanded into a constant
storm of arm-flapping and pecking at the ground... Also by Laurelinden |
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Angel by really_awesome_d00d | Description: You'd think that after that
whiny little Shoyru persuaded Mom into getting a Halloween Paint Brush for him,
he'd be quiet for a little while. But no... |
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Once Upon a Fyora Day by really_awesome_d00d | Description: As the citizens of Faerieland awoke, excitement
beat in each of their hearts. Today was the day to celebrate Queen Fyora! |
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Little White Muse by really_awesome_d00d | Description: I went for a brisk run, took a hot bath, changed back into my clothes, cracked
my knuckles, grabbed my favorite pen… and got down to work. |
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Once Upon a Halloween Night by really_awesome_d00d | Description: In one hand, she clutched her white cloth sack.
In the other, she held the real prize, the treasure of her costume... |
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What Counts by really_awesome_d00d | Description: He was a very talkative young boy and I remember wondering if he would ever be quiet. Then he said something that I would never forget... |
| Week - 221
Once Upon a Christmas Morning by really_awesome_d00d | Description: The young, sapphire-eyed
white Acara could never be seen without a whistle on her lips, a skip in her
stride, and a merry twinkle in her eye. Every waking moment was spent counting
the presents at the base of the tree... |
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T3h Praedius Drawn on that old fashioned stuff called paper with those funny coloring sticks.
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Sight: Part Five "Lage!" Aylie shouted, still unaware of my hurt.
"He could wake up at any moment! If we're going to get all of this back, we'd
better start moving."
by dan4884 |
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