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Your Friend: The Low Paying Flash Game
by rocksysmom | | Description: A lot of people will tell you to take up fighting in the battledome or trying to win contests. Those aren’t for everyone. Training takes forever and making content for contests is really hard! Believe me, I’ve tried. Restocking and auction sniping are anxiety riddled nightmares that feel like rocket science for plenty of people, so that’s out. What else is there? Luckily for you, there is something else. Flash games. |
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 Just a Rumor
They'd all heard the rumors. She had heard them, too. Rumors that seemed to surround one of the many, many occupants who had taken up residence in the Haunted Woods. Granted, the stories were not as wide spread as ones centered around beings like The Brain Tree, The Esophagor and even Eliv Thade. But they still existed.
by velvetcrowe |
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 Tapping into the Super Job Market
You’ve seen them, those jobs advertising payments of 30,000 Neopoints a piece or higher. Sounds tempting, right? The most they’re posting for Basic Jobs is 10,000 NP, and you have to hope the items are cheap on the Shop Wizard, and if they are, you have to apply against hundreds of other applicants vying for the same job. So Super Jobs sound like a steal! All you need is to find the right coloured job coupon, and massive profits are yours!
by e102__gamma |
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 The Bennett Files: The Case of the Dinner Party
Strai was absolutely ecstatic when Bennett received an emergency neomail requesting his services down at the Kelp restaurant in Maraqua. It was the land of his paint job, and going there felt much like sinking into a freshly-made bubble bath and never wanting to come out. However, even that feeling didn't prepare him for the scene that lay before him: a group of diners sprawled on the floor, clutching their stomachs in pain.
by amarettoball |
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