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How To Save A Yooyuball Team From Financial Doom
by pikapi20 | | Description: Coming up with a plan to avoid the aforementioned "doom" is always a useful first step. |
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The Story of Broth-Boy
by pikapi20 | | Description: As recommended by the Soup Faerie... |
| Week - 824
"So... You've Dyed Your Hair..."
by pikapi20 | | Description: Her hair wasn't the only thing that Illusen had changed... |
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An Enchanting Gift
by pikapi20 | | Description: Sadly, not quite to Illusen's taste... |
| Week - 950
All That Glitters Is Not Necessarily Golden
by pikapi20 | | Description: Exit Stage Left, Pursued by a S950 Kreludan Defender... |
| Week - 951
Fireworks, courtesy of Team Kreludor
by pikapi20 | | Description: In Derlyn's defence, you might as well view Kreludor's Fireworks from the surface of Neopia. You wouldn't be able to miss them. |
| Week - 959
The Daughters of Ilere
by pikapi20 | | Description: Long ago, a single day at the Faerie Academy would change the course of Meridellian - if not Neopian - History forever. |
| Week - 960
How To Tackle A Thief
by pikapi20 | | Description: Late at night, Ealyn Hawkshanks finds... somepet lurking around the Headquarters of the Kreludan Yooyuball Federation. |
| Week - 963
Usuki Gum!
by pikapi20 | | Description: Brought to you by Team Kreludor's Qlydae Wegg! |
| Week - 967
Treasures of the Desert
by pikapi20 | | Description: Team Kreludor go team bonding in the Lost Desert. ... What could possibly go wrong? |
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 Top Five Vacation Spots Around Neopia
"Ah, Summer! Don't we all love it? The sun is shining, the Pteris are singing, and best of all: there's no school! My name is Auburn Sun, and today I'd like to take you on a tour of Neopia."
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 Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
"Drip...drip...drip…drip… The ceaseless patter of the droplets were a sombre metronome marking his slow slip into oblivion. His ragged breathing, the only other audible noise, but even that felt muffled by the oppressive darkness."
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