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Improving Your Account in 75 days or Less by medusala | | Description: Whether you were only dedicated to aspects of the site that didn't necessarily have anything to do with the happenings of Neopia (such as guilds, role playing, etc.) or just had trouble sticking to your Neogoals, you've somehow managed to accomplish little in all of the time you've spent on the site. This article is meant to help returning players or players who have maintained a vague interest in their account but are still more idle and less accomplished than they want to be. |
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Hello, From Your Windowsill by medusala | | Description: Hello, my name is Todd, and I am alive. That's right, I am a sentient being trapped inside this plushie body. When I was a young Poogle, blue in color, I carelessly wandered away from my owner and was dragged into the laboratory of a mad Skeith scientist. I still do not know the mad scientist's name, but he knew mine. |
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Return to the Gallery of the Dolls I can’t help but stare at Amulatt like she has lost her little Eventide head. Or grown a second one. I have her repeat what she said, slowly. “Thou hast a request to return to Neovia. I doth believe thy Friend said ‘as quick as your Peophin legs can carry you or I’ll destroy you.’
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Places Not to Go Trick-Or-Treating It’s Halloween so that means it’s time for trick-or-treating! But before you do it’s a smart idea to plan your route and know exactly where you’re going ahead of time, that way you don’t get lost and can get the most candy as possible. And also so you know who NOT to go to.
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Chasing Treasure: Part Six Bannok prodded gingerly at his bad shoulder. It wasn't bleeding - wasn't even that badly hurt, on the surface - but the whole thing was a blue-black mess of bruise. He was only grateful that the swelling was being kept under control by the tight bandage he'd wrapped around it. His ribs, though. One of those was cracked at least, maybe broken.
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