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Issue: 839 | 14th day of Gathering, Y20 |
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 | Jolla and the Magic of the Dream FortressThe faerie’s footsteps reverberated off the gleaming stone tile. The interior sprawled like a grand hall, neutral greys dominating the polished floors and high-vaulted ceiling. Specks of tinted rainbow light flashed through the stained-glass windows, the passing clouds that were close enough to touch caused the light to dance. As she floated, following behind the faerie’s footsteps, Jolla the Dimensional Peophin took in her new assignment. The sorceress thought to herself, “So this is the inside of the Dream Fortress…”
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"Reginald Acorn and The Mysterious Jewel Thief
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4:30 am, Neovia.
I've been living here for a month already, but I still can't get used to it. The fog is particularly thick tonight and I'm shivering in my trench-coat. My breath is drawing small clouds of smoke around me.
Big Skeith, my boss, is heavily breathing next to me. He's the biggest darigan Skeith I've ever seen and he smells like bacon. Don't tell him, apparently, it's rude to say people smells like bacon, which I don't understand because I sure do like bacon
He's wearing a tightly fitted trench-coat and his hat is deeply screwed on his head. You are only able to see two creepy red lights, where his eyes are.
Big Skeith, while being my boss, is also the chief of police of Neovia town. His real name is Marcus Worsley but everyone calls him Big Skeith, it apparently started years ago and it kinda stayed. He's rude, loud, violent and tells things like they are, but he's the best chief there is. He will always defend his men no matter what. He also gave me my chance to join the police, something I've always wanted, and despite the fact that I had zero experience.
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This is an imagining of my recent return to Neopets :) I had first played sixteen years ago.
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 Pets Are Friends Not Food
While browsing through Neopian Fresh Foods one evening looking for something delicious and nutritious to feed your pets for dinner you come across an item called Draik Steak. The description beneath the item reads ‘A large lump of prime rib shaped to look like a Draiks head (not actually made from Draik)’. You chuckle to yourself as you place a few in your basket and think ‘I wonder why they bother to say it’s not actually made from Draik, why would anyone want to buy a REAL Draik Steak?’
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