"The Start of Something Sinister..." by pippin_me I was merely a student at the local neoschool in Neopia Central. I was popular. I know that's not usually how these stories start, but this is mine. Everyone enjoyed being my friend. I was kind and generous and above all I had dreams, and I was determined that my dreams would one day come true. I saved every single neopoint I had for that time when I would...
A Single Grain of Sand "The entire Lost Desert is made up of grains of sand as tiny as each of these, no one piece more important than the other, yet put together they are an immense and imposing force."
Which Turdle Are You? The fine minds at Gaseous Moonpie Incorporated (read: me and my posse of Babaa) have spent years studying all aspects of Neopia and have devised a quiz which will help you find yourself again.
Magic Vs. Money: Part Three The front door of NeoCorp headquarters slid open with an oddly malevolent whoosh as she came up to it, then shut behind her with the same vaguely threatening sound.