Week - 720 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.

Week - 734 The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part One by rocksysmom

Description: Jhudora waited until the Kacheek was gone before looking down at the container in her hand. She smiled and let out an excited, childlike squeal of joy. It was white face powder straight from Shenkuu. She held it close to her heart as she hoped up from her throne and made her way to her bedroom.

Week - 735 The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Two by rocksysmom

Description: The Dark Faerie Sisters stared in disbelief as they stood in the main entrance to Jhudora’s home. They were expecting something different. Something dark and sinister. Instead, they were greeted by a gaudy, cluttered home painted with only purple and green. Jhudora picked up a bartamus and held it close to her as she smiled brightly.

Week - 736 The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Three by rocksysmom

Description: Spite rubbed her eyes as she slowly began to wake up. The rising sun was filtering through the windows near the basement’s ceiling in a way that lit up the entire room. As she began to sit up, she heard Malice muttering under her breath.

Week - 737 The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Four by rocksysmom

Description: Spite and Vanity huddled together as the ship rocked. Their stomachs churned as they watched the pirates on board spar with their cutlasses. They felt ridiculous and out of place, but Malice and Jhudora were having the time of their lives. Malice was dressed as a swashbuckling captain while Jhudora went with her usual Neovian attire.

Week - 739 The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Five by rocksysmom

Description: Jhudora ignored the stares of all of the faeries as she made her way to the Hidden Tower with Vanity and Spite flanking her. Her clothes were soaked with brine and her makeup was completely washed off. She had put her cloak back on to hide her wings, but she was sure almost everyone knew exactly who she was.

Week - 738 A Jelly Nightmare by rocksysmom

Description: The moment Sue opened her eyes, she realized something was wrong. The ship was empty except for the water faerie who floated before her. Of course, Sue could never forget Mariana, the water faerie who arranged all of her passages leaving Krawk Island. There were many things that Sue couldn’t understand about the situation.

Week - 748 Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part One by rocksysmom

Description: The conductor furiously banged her baton on her music stand. The elderly Lenny let out an ear shattering squawk as the orchestra slowly realized that she was demanding they stop. Their diminuendo was soon drowned out by the conductor’s screeching.

Week - 749 Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part Two by rocksysmom

Description: Karamita let out one final sob before collecting herself and standing on all four paws. She knew she needed to see her sisters. But above all, she needed to see Due. Due was the bedrock of her family and always knew how to make her sisters feel better.

Week - 750 Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part Three by rocksysmom

Description: Karamita tugged at the hem of her coat. It was somewhat foreign for her to wear a coat as the weather in Neopia Central was rarely extremely cold. She was a bit confused as to why Sue was dressed in her normal apparel of just a wig and an overcoat, but didn’t bother to ask why.

Week - 751 Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part Four by rocksysmom

Description: Karamita was frozen in place as she stared at the Neopians playing their instruments. It seemed as if either the instrument was being improperly played or the instrument wasn’t a real instrument.

Week - 752 Night Terrors of the Darkest Kind by rocksysmom

Description: Fyora let out a scream as she was jolted from her sleep. Her back was as stiff as a board as she sat up. Her chest heaved with every pant as she felt the sweat rolling down her face. She slowly began to lift herself up out of the bed as her eyes adjusted to the faint lights of an Altadorian night filtering in through the window.