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 | Lupe Pack Detectives - The Kidnapped JubJub: Part OneIt was approximately a quarter past one in the morning when Noel the Christmas JubJub woke up because of his growling stomach. He groaned and hopped out of bed, heading out of his room and downstairs to the kitchen to make himself a midnight snack. After he was finished his snack, he carefully put the items that he used away and headed back upstairs.
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"Sutek's Ancient Tomb" by reiqua
“Nooo, Sarina!” Torin called desperately.
His friend teetered precariously on the brink of the pit. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of air. But it was futile really. She fell all the same.
Torin sighed a soft sigh. His shoulders drooped slightly. He walked slowly over to the edge of the pit.
“Why do I get such a strong sense of déjà vu about this?” He asked the ceiling.
Maybe, he thought, it had something to do with the fact that he had seen this before. In fact, it was the fifth time this month he had watched Sarina fall into a similar pit.
“Are you okay, Sarina?” he called down.
She was. The Aisha was sitting up already. She had survived many bigger falls than this one.
“Hold tight,” he called to her “while I figure out a way to get you out of there.”
Sarina had the good sense to refrain from pointing out that she could hardly go anywhere. She sat against the side of the shaft she had fallen down and investigated her bruises. I should really stop doing this, she mused.
At the top of Sarina's pit, Torin was scurrying about busily. He fished a rope out of his pack. Then he began to look about for something to tie it to.
There was nothing.
Nothing on the ceiling. Nothing on the floor. Nothing on the walls. Nothing.
The sandstone corridor at this point ran straight for a good twenty metres before turning a corner. And in that stretch, there was not a single statue or ornament to offer an anchorage point. He supposed that whoever had built this Gebmid had made it that way on purpose. When you set a trap, you don't want to make it too easy for your victim to escape. But he wished they hadn't.
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“Nooo, Sarina!” Torin called desperately. His friend teetered precariously on the brink of the pit. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of air. But it was futile really. She fell all the same.
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My steps echoed through the corridor, my paws cold from the granite. I stuck my paws in the pockets of my hoodie, warming them slightly. My owner stood next to me, walking me into this strange place. A museum, she had said it was. But so far, all I had seen was a long hallway. Jessa grabbed my arm.
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 Guide For the Recently Ghost-ed
Having a dramatic change in physical appearance can be incredibly stressful for anyone, but even more so when those physical changes come along with changes in ability. If you’re reading this, you (if you’re a Neopet) or your pet (if you’re something else) has recently been painted Ghost! You may be wondering, what does this mean for you?
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