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The Benefits of Joining the Neoboards Today!
by imcatcrazy11 | | Description: Jumping into ongoing conversations can be scary for a new user, but just what are the rewards of taking off your lurker cap and jumping into fellow user discussions? Also by dragondancer007 |
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The PC: An Insider's Perspective
by imcatcrazy11 | | Description: But of course, the purpose of this article is to offer an unbiased overview of the PC, so I cannot neglect to explain some of its faults while praising its merits. Though a wonderful place, there are a few things that could be changed or improved upon in the PC. Also by dragondancer007 |
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 Clouds Over Cogham: Part Eight
Sunlight. Actual sunlight. It’s barely been an hour since Tor and Roberta last felt the sun shining down upon them — since they’d been in the thankfully still-freed city of Brightvale — but the clouds’ smothering pressure had already convinced them that they’d never feel warm again.
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 The Burning Book of Moltara: Part One
Yet, while nearly everyone in Neopia screams about Yooyuball and discusses their favorite flavor of slushie, a little pair of neopets find their way into a mostly deserted Faerieland Library. "Come on, HS! Everyone's down at the arena. This is our chance to explore the top floor!" Vivi peeks out from behind the corner of the library before letting HS know the coast is clear.Also by brooklyn3223 and eeames
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 Tribulations of a Quest Sceptic: Part Four
The coiling, curling wisps of emerald smoke that drifted from the windows of the silent, stone tower seemed to cast the structure in an eerie, green glow. Each slowly spiraled into the air, lazy and slow, before drifting like cloud, forming into the most horrible, nightmarish shapes, toying with the imagination as clouds observed on a summer’s day might.
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