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Issue: 1058 | 22nd day of Hunting, Y28 |
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 | A Game to RememberIt was pitch dark out. Not a sound could be heard, except for the rushed thumping coming from a Nightsteed. King Jazan pulled the reins on his beloved companion lightly.
by coffee__bean |  | Neopia’s Runway: Fyora’s FashionsTinkly intro music begins to play, although the screen remains black. The narrator’s voice begins, although they are still off-screen and unknown to the viewer...Collab with surging & dancerchickemily
by noileh |  | Is It Zombie You're Looking For?In space, no-pet can hear you scream. But in the Kreludan Yooyuball Federation's state-of-the-art Headquarters? Yes. Yes they can...
by pikapi20 |  | Jhudora's MethodsIt was something of a cliche for a dark faerie to be involved in an exorcism, and yet here Jhudora was, heading towards one.
by stella_123_5 |  | The Last Kadoatie In The RowRyachelle was feeling blue. And not just because she was a Grey Gnorbu and always looked blue (or well, grey), but she was definitely feeling down today.
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Headlines "Jhudora's Methods" by stella_123_5 It was something of a cliche for a dark faerie to be involved in an exorcism, and yet here Jhudora was, heading towards one. (One might argue that there was nothing all that surprising about this— Jhudora’s dark clouds of magic and occasional bouts of evil cackling were not uncommon choices for dark faeries. But if you could still understand her after she turned you into a Mortog, she would inform you that she was the reason the younger faeries made those choices. You only copied the best.) How had she ended up here? As with most distasteful things in her life, it had to do with Illusen. As Jhudora continued past the entrance of Faerie City, pointedly ignoring the gasps and screams she left in her wake, she remembered Illusen’s scheme with irritation. Fool she was, of course the earth faerie hadn't invited her to the Glade to show her an amazing new spell. “Did I say spell? I meant recipe.” Jhudora was loath to admit it, but the pudding really had been very good. Which was why she was doing this now.
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