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Beating Mr PunchBag Bob!
by codswobble | | Description: Oh! I guess you must have stumbled upon my *ahem* entertaining and informative guide! |
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I'm Just That Big Monster That Broke Your Island
by codswobble | | Description: It's not as if anyone has bothered to ask me; I mean, I'm only the giant monster under the sea... |
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Eight Ways to Remember Sloth
by codswobble | | Description: How could people be so cruel and forget Dr. Sloth, the evil genius, so easily? |
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The Mystery of the Cocoa Ukulele
by codswobble | | Description: Phyllis looked at her father as he concentrated; hunched over the desk, wood shavings spilling from the top like foam from a can of Neocola. He was slowly working on creating the most perfect ukulele ever... |
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How to be a Better Skeith, for Skeiths
by codswobble | | Description: 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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 Caring for Kadoaties
Despite the piercing cries of the Kads, this was a dream job for one little Krawk named Kenadee. She had always wanted to work with Kadoaties as they were her favorite petpets in all of Neopia. And after all, they did need someone to tend to them while their owners were on vacation.
by atreyu_rules87 |
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 Begin Again: Part Two
Lukirri looks out into the night, backpack heavy with dried food, fresh water and a bigger map. She stands alone, but alone and enforced, with a firm idea of what she’s doing.Art by ellbot1998
by ellbot1998 |
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 Shattered
I cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do.
by katie_kitkabug |
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