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Neopia's 12 Most Decadent Desserts
by turtling | | Description: From the busy little igloos of Terror Mountain to the exotic sea caverns of Maraqua, I present you with Neopia's twelve most decadent desserts. |
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12 Best User Lookup Shields
by turtling | | Description: Of course, not all shields are created equal. Some are more eye-catching, more adorable, or more epic than the rest. |
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The Story of Poogle Number Five
by turtling | | Description: Chubs. That was his nickname all throughout his youth. Chubs. |
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The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia
by turtling | | Description: Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way? |
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The Curious Blumaroo: Library Mysteries
by turtling | | Description: Where could they all be going?! |
| Week - 699
PU! (Phew, That's a Relief)
by turtling | | Description: That was a close one. |
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 How to be a Better Skeith, for Skeiths
Every Skeith is born with an inner feeling of Skeith-yness, and you have to let it glow and hope other Neopets like you for it. My Skeith, Filthy, and I have compiled a list of nine ways that you can really channel your inner disgustingness whilst softening the Skeith image
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 Stuck
The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.
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