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Week - 940

The Fortunate Misfortune
by sleepiestkitty
Description: Have you been zapped today?

Week - 957

Clash of Holidays: An Account of Magic VS Thievery
by sleepiestkitty
Description: "Something has happened! It appears that there was a glitch in the switch to Beta and all of the Neopian holidays have been released. Keep a watchful eye for anything unordinary, and make sure to report all suspicious activity to TNT."

Week - 965

A Meridell Celebration
by sleepiestkitty
Description: "Within the castle walls of Brightvale sat a jolly sort of king, on a beautiful throne that was as beautiful as the kingdom he ruled. He was notably as green as the kingdom itself — a jovial old Skeith whose eyes shone bright and whose laugh sounded merry."

 
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Top 10 Meridell vs Darigan Stamps
"Hello and welcome to this episode of “Top 10” Meridell vs Darigan edition! Today we will be talking about the top ten best stamps created for the Meridell vs Darigan plot that happened many years ago."

by smeehoo27126043

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Time heals all wounds... or does it?
True friends get matching petpets. collab with 49_g_a_b_r_i_e_l_49 and iam_puma_master.

by crazy_allstar

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Armistice - Part 1
"Squire Meekel is too old to be a squire, and he wishes Haskol would stop calling him one."

by crazyboutcute

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Ancient Home: Part 1
"Shrieking in the night within the circle of torches around them, a mass of horned evil coconuts gathered in front of their king. The tribe lived in an uncharted area on the southern shore of The Isle of Fay." collab with joanna_lewis

by kebicorn

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La rivière empoisonnée - Partie 1
"Persil était bien confortablement installé au pied d’un grand chêne. Le soleil brillait et la délicate brise effleurait doucement les poils de la fourrure noir et blanc du jeune Gelert à Pois en cette agréable journée de printemps."

by petitehirondelline



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