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A Matter of Perspective by liouchan | Description: The WORST! |
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Right back at you by liouchan | Description: Hey, you! |
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The Meeting by liouchan | Description: Just another day at the office. |
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Unexpected Abilities by liouchan | Description: While the battle for the Obelisk is raging... |
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The Old Switcheroo: Part One by liouchan | Description: Night was falling and the archaeologists were packing up. Now that the Obelisk was sitting in its neatly dug crater, all that was left to do was to clean, sort and pack all the ancient findings which would then be sent to various museums... |
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The Old Switcheroo: Part Two by liouchan | Description: "Yo, what's up, my Guildies?" Kanrik called out, giving everyone a peace sign.
His greeting was met with a heavy silence and puzzled stares. |
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The Old Switcheroo: Part Three by liouchan | Description: He took a little too long to reply. "I had some errands I wanted to run."
Brynn was getting worried. Hanso wasn't smiling or chattering, and she was starting to think that something bad had happened to put him in such a mood. |
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The Old Switcheroo: Part Four by liouchan | Description: "It was going all right, at first! It was fun," Hanso explained, sounding as though he still couldn't quite believe what had happened. "Until... until I... I took off the hood." |
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The Old Switcheroo: Part Five by liouchan | Description: Dawn was barely rising, yet Professor Lambert was already awake and fully dressed. Even though all the factions knew that it was in their interest to start the day as early as possible, the Seekers were usually the earliest risers. |
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Make a Wish The Wishing Well sat atop a grassy hill in Neopia Central. A dusty path, which over the years had been worn by thousands of stampeding feet, ran from the well all the way back to the plaza.
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