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Issue: 738 | 24th day of Relaxing, Y18 |
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A Babe in the Woods by the_lady_j | | Description: This little waif was a little too belligerent for Ilere's taste.
"Come with me now, child, before I change my mind," Ilere warned... |
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Caylis and the Pea by the_lady_j | | Description: The first thing you should know?
The pea was innocent. |
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Little Red With a Rhubarb Pie by the_lady_j | | Description: There was a sweet little Usul named Gilly who always wore her favorite cape of red velvet...
Written in collaboration with dark_angel_ds |
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The Mortog Prince by the_lady_j | | Description: LONG AGO, when the faeries were young, in the floating kingdom of Faerieland, there lived two faerie friends more beautiful than the rest. |
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You Snooze, You Lose by the_lady_j | | Description: King Skarl stifled a laugh. He's not competition, he scoffed. Eating berries in the Turmac Roll was hardly practice for a contest of this magnitude. |
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So You Want To Be A Villain? by the_lady_j | | Description: Many have tried for every evil villain's dream of the power hungry grab to rule just one land, like Captain Scarblade's attack on New Maraqua, or wrest control of the entirety of Neopia, like the attempt Hubrid Nox made with his horde of undead slaves. Many have tried, but none have truly succeeded. Also by dark_angel_ds |
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Behind the Crimes: An Interview With Hubrid Nox by the_lady_j | | Description: Matilda Crabapple from the Poison Pen coming to you live from a desolate mountaintop in the Haunted Woods. We're here today in search of the notoriously evil, and scheming Hubrid Nox to find out what devilish plans he has in store for us next. Also by dark_angel_ds |
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Project: Nightmare The fog rolled over the shores of Krawk Island thicker than usual that evening. The haunting sounds of the dock bells fell upon the frightened ears of a dockworker, a green Tuskaninny. Something about this night in particular seemed…off.
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