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Issue: 720 | 18th day of Awakening, Y18 |
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by simbologies | | Description: When an apple is misleading about its roots. |
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 Sir Tormund Ellis: A Documentary: Part Five
ll of us had been captured — every last one! Those Ixis went mad from those clouds, I tell you. Absolutely mad. They stormed the town, and they kidnapped us all, and they held us all prisoner in the volcanic region beneath the cliffs. We were doomed! What? Well... well, yes, the heroes did save us... But it took forever!
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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 How To Earn Neopoints Like A Pro
We’ve all been there – playing games, selling items, trying to earn money to save up for that elusive Royal Paint Brush or Meowclops that’s been just out of grasp for weeks, months … years, even. It seems like no matter how hard you try, how much you do, you never have enough Neopoints to buy what you want.
by rushypoo |
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 On the Other Side of the Wall
I met Sibbie on the other side of the wall, at the spot where the sun shines down and warms the old, red bricks. “What’s your name?” she asks, ears perked up and eyes bright with interest. She looks like the kind of ‘pet that I would purposefully avoid- overly-optimistic and always ‘looking on the bright side.’
by meadows_lark |
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 Tapping into the Super Job Market
You’ve seen them, those jobs advertising payments of 30,000 Neopoints a piece or higher. Sounds tempting, right? The most they’re posting for Basic Jobs is 10,000 NP, and you have to hope the items are cheap on the Shop Wizard, and if they are, you have to apply against hundreds of other applicants vying for the same job. So Super Jobs sound like a steal! All you need is to find the right coloured job coupon, and massive profits are yours!
by e102__gamma |
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 The Nightmare: Part Two
Dark clouds shrouded the forest in a dim, weakened light, the thick trees casting harsh shadows over the landscape. Arthur's mother and father were busy gathering dry wood and other supplies when they picked up a sudden voice far away in the distance.
by shadowknight_72 |
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