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No Petpets Were Injured in the Firing of This Cannon
by numbertwelve | | Description: Yarrrr... |
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Terror
by numbertwelve | | Description: Reports had filtered back of disturbances near
the edge of Terror Wood and so Almister had taken it upon himself to seek out
the source of the unrest... |
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Two Chias
by numbertwelve | | Description: What did one Chia say to the other Chia? |
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Blessing: Part One
by numbertwelve | | Description: She sang as she made her way along the marked path. The same path
she followed every single day... |
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Blessing: Part Two
by numbertwelve | | Description: Climbing to her feet, she turned her attention
back to the tiny form of the Miamouse dancing at the edge of the clearing... |
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Blessing: Part Three
by numbertwelve | | Description: They had not travelled far from her mother's house, on the
Meri Acres Farm, when Allara stopped abruptly and turned her gaze towards her
travelling companion, the tiny, mysterious Mi Toria... |
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Blessing: Part Four
by numbertwelve | | Description: Allara stared blankly at the most powerful ruler
in Neopia. Her mouth hung agape as she shrank away, awestruck by the magnificence
of the being that stood before her... |
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 Searching For Paradise: Part One
They had insisted on naming her Tirana, the name given
to all ten faerie Ixis in the family. She was the youngest in a family of money-concerned
idiots. Or so she often thought...
by cpmtiger |
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 Beating Punchbag Bob
All day pets beat him
up for trophies. Bob doesn't fight back; he's just a limp lump of cloth. But
the catch is that his hit points are high...
by hts30 |
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 Murgoh: Part Four
Finally, he opened his eyes. The image was an
orange blur at first, but it cleared quickly, and he saw a small fire, burning
happily with a fresh pile of sticks. Looking around he realized that he was
in a cavern of some sort...
by zephandolf |
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