A Yurble stole my cinnamon roll! Circulation: 194,228,482 Issue: 750 | 23rd day of Gathering, Y18
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Week - 747

Pounding a Neopet...
by chizuru
Description: Weren't you being cruel enough?

Week - 750

Every Year's Nightmare.
by chizuru
Description: The stress of an editor...

 
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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

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The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part Two
One more potential customer rushed away into the distance shaking a hairy head emphatically, as Kadar tried to use his natural showmanship to earn his small group a sale on their hand-drawn maps.

by chavo_guerrero

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An Uprising of Sweepers: Part One
Let’s see... I don’t know much about those faerie tales you’ve heard from your mother and father, so I’ll be telling you the only story that your grandfather knows. I’ll tell you all the tale of “The Sweepers”. What are “The Sweepers” you ask? Ah, patience; my little grandchild. That tale is about to begin …

by yin_yin_7

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Chasing Treasure: Part One
"Well, what did you expect?" Bannok asked, adjusting the helm a degree or two to starboard to catch the shifting wind. "Royal pets. Always got to outdo each other, building bigger palaces and throwing fancier parties." The timbers of the Silver Arkmite creaked as she swung around, the salt-soaked ropes slapping against the mast as the sails filled.

by aethelar

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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



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