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Way to Get Soaked! The Annual Gormball Championship
by iciclefaerie05 | | Description: On the 23rd Day of Gathering, eight athletes took the field to play a fierce game of Gormball for the Fifteenth Annual Gormball Championships. The betting books were in favor of Brian the Scorchio winning this year’s Golden Planet trophy. The Scorchio grinned cheekily when interviewed by reporters. |
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A Day in the Life of a Sewer Surfer
by iciclefaerie05 | | Description: The clinking of the pipes fitting together was comforting to Matt, the Neopian Central Sewer Systems Engineer Wocky. For the past several years, he had been in charge of fixing the broken pipes that flooded Neopia Central back in Year Four. Also by tanner_73 |
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The Adventures of Kad and Drooly: Part 1
by iciclefaerie05 | | Description: This may have been a mistake. |
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The Adventures of Kad and Drooly: Part 2
by iciclefaerie05 | | Description: Ugh, the drool machine is back |
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 Phantom Pain
What I liked and disliked about life was that there were certain roads you were simply destined for. Some Ruki got easy ones. Others got twisting, winding ones. Yet others got foggy ones. Mine is a little bit of the last two, and it’s certainly not easy. I work at night as a Specter Specialist, or “secret spirit slayer,” as the children call it. They can call me anything they like, so long as it remains rumor.
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 Corruption
I feel weird. Sometimes I hold a book like a child. Sometimes I wonder why I have never gotten used to my own appearance. I wonder why I can’t socialize. Why nothing worked out for me. Sometimes I stare down at my hands, wondering where I went wrong.
by ellbot1998 |
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 Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Four
The secret headquarters of the Desert Scarabs was alight with whispers. “I can’t believe it,” said the Scarabs themselves. “It’s incredible. Unheard of.” In the center of the dark room, bathed with light from a broken ceiling, sat a shadow Ruki and an Alien Aisha, locked in a fierce card game.
by hybatsu |
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