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Issue: 584 | 1st day of Running, Y15 |
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 | Eight Ways to Remember SlothHow could people be so cruel and forget Dr. Sloth, the evil genius, so easily?
by codswobble |  | A Complex Guide To The Wheel of MisfortuneThis Wheel is in the Deserted Fairground, and the person who operates it is a tall and mysterious Gelert...
by hydro_thunder001 |  | Mysteries of NeopiaToday, I – Terroryse, Faerie Krawk – and my faithful Reptillior, Nagini, shall aim to highlight the more absurd of these questions in the hope an answer can be found.
by shaded_arceus |  | Growing Up (and Old) With Neopets: A Personal ExperienceA long, long, long time ago, during Summer break of 2000, a friend of mine told me about a fun and magical site called Neopets where you could create pets, feed, and play with them.
by raindoggie |  | Desirable Vacation DestinationsThe Committee of Awesome Vacation Spots Planners has compiled a list of... wait for it... awesome vacation spots!
by kspare2 |  | Neopound Chat and TradingUnderstand pet trading and what offers you should consider on your pet.
by lovelylittledreamer |  | Success Has Two Cs: A Guide to Imperial ExamAs simple as the Imperial Exam may be in gameplay, it is still a very challenging game. No matter how many times you have spelled out these words before, you can still find yourself losing very early on in the game.
by coco_bella |  | Eating Vegan in NeopiaYou wouldn't catch a vegan eating a Blumaroo Tail Salad Extravaganza, or even a free Omelette. "So what do they eat?!" I hear you cry.
by ratty170170 |  | The Mysterious Obelisk: Theories Dubbed by Neopians as 'The Mysterious Obelisk', this strange spire appeared in the outskirts of Tyrannia after a series of earthquakes shook the world on the eleventh day of Awakening. But what is this strange obelisk?
by fantasyeyesuk |
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Headlines "Madeleine" by faerierainbow3 She ordered two strawberry sponges, the sort you sold off as shortcake (it was a common baker's common lie, to the population), and her voice – it was homemade whipped cream, dollops of it, soft and fluffy and sweet. Her laugh was the sound a spoon makes when one taps the burnt sugar glaze on crème brulée: melodious, bright, clear...
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Voyages: Part Two A Grobrin stood to the side. As I approached, it snapped its jaws, revealing an overflow of deadly white teeth in warning.
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