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Issue: 731 | 6th day of Hunting, Y18 |
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Math Based Tyranu Evavu Guide
by mazaii_3 | | Description: The odds will no longer be against you. |
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Kiko Lake: A Cultural Guide
by mazaii_3 | | Description: Kiko Lake is a community of (guess what?) Kikos living happily together... |
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Jhudora's Revenge
by mazaii_3 | | Description: Come on now, you know me better than that. |
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5 Thoughts on the Charity Corner
by mazaii_3 | | Description: She’s back! Granny Hopbobbin is BACK! Here we are my fellow Neopians for one more year of being kind and having a lot of fun with another edition of the Charity Corner event. Are you ready to make a good action? Let’s see how generous you can be! |
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The 7 "Don’ts" of Daily Dare
by mazaii_3 | | Description: Finally, Daily Dare is back. You waited that long and now you don’t want to miss a single moment, right? Of course it is! Let’s get to it! |
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How Well Do You Know Tyrannia?
by mazaii_3 | | Description: That’s definitely a day to be celebrated. However, in this guide I’m not discussing the war event itself, I’m trying to disseminate Tyrannia’s fascinating culture. Let’s get started! |
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 Eye of the Crokabek: Part Six
Mayor Dilbert stood proud and tall between Doug and Bob, the two brutes. He looked about as dignified as it is possible to look while being held captive by a pair of hulking Skeiths.
by reiqua |
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 A Local’s Guide to Faerieland
Faerieland, with its bubbling brooks and roaring waterfalls, is another highly regarded summer destination. No doubt many readers and their Neopets are already anticipating the magical adventures they’ll have when they set foot on Faerieland’s enchanting shores this summer!
by symphonicdaybreak |
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 The Hidden Treasure
I rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits.
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