A Yurble stole my cinnamon roll! Circulation: 194,228,482 Issue: 750 | 23rd day of Gathering, Y18
Home | Archives Articles | Editorial | Short Stories | Comics | New Series | Continued Series
 

Search


To search older issues of the Neopian Times (before issue 158), click here.

Search :

We found the following 1 result(s) for the keyword 108050

Week - 750

Drastic Measures
by 108050
Description: Heh heh heh...

Also by rokkaku


 
Search the Neopian Times




Great stories!


---------

Improving Your Account in 75 days or Less
Whether you were only dedicated to aspects of the site that didn't necessarily have anything to do with the happenings of Neopia (such as guilds, role playing, etc.) or just had trouble sticking to your Neogoals, you've somehow managed to accomplish little in all of the time you've spent on the site. This article is meant to help returning players or players who have maintained a vague interest in their account but are still more idle and less accomplished than they want to be.

by medusala

---------

KATIPO I: Restart: Part Four
The place you’re supposed to meet Rhi is far too loud and cramped for your tastes. It’s a seedy little joint in the middle of the Fairgrounds, small and suffocating between a gym and a Spooky Foods shop. It used to be a fabric store, if you remember correctly, and it seems to have shrunk since then. It smells like coconut milk outside — probably from the shy stand that’s not too far away, but, well... who really knows with this place...

by theschizophrenicpunk

---------

Taming Melvin the Monster: Cake is Life
*MUST* *GET* *CAKE*

Also by darkpinkrose

by bittersweet52


---------

The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Eight
This was the longest Pharazon could ever recall walking. His feet hurt. He’d tried flying until his wings hurt, but his feet hadn’t stopped hurting by then, and walking took less energy anyway. The hunger didn’t help. Their breakfast that morning, while kind of Kass to retrieve for them, had not been satiating, and Pharazon’s stomach began to complain loudly, as did Celice’s.

by cosmicfire918

---------

Beyond 750
A medieval darkness shrouded the fields of Meridell. In the cottage, two eyes blinked open, followed by two more. The twin heads of Pystry, a Mutant Hissi, blinked at one another, shaking off sleep. Pystry smiled. It was going to be a good day. Today marked the fruition of countless hours of training.

by peirigill



Submit your stories, articles, and comics using the new submission form.