Week - 644 Life's A Stage by opossumman

Description: He brushed off his sweat-covered brow with his paw and adjusted his goggles. "There, that should do it..."

Week - 668 Returning to Brightvale University by opossumman

Description: "It's from Brightvale University... I did my graduate studies there," Jacob explained.

Week - 674 A Not-So-Stealthy Christmas Tale by opossumman

Description: The clerk looked at the ID. "Well, when you contacted us and claimed you were an Eyrie named Stealth, I figured you would have been, well, Stealthy, and not Silver."

Week - 676 Of Time Machines and Banana Cookies by opossumman

Description: "I didn't want to get your hopes up if it didn't work. Time travel's already a proven concept, it's just incredibly hard to pull off."

Week - 677 Two Moltarans Walk Into a Lodge... by opossumman

Description: "And whatever you do, don't use the swimming pool."

Week - 700 The Purpose of the Press by opossumman

Description: The door to Professor Lambert’s chambers creaked open. The Gnorbu looked up from his daily reading and twitched his ear. “Ah, you must be Jacob, come right this way!” he said, motioning to the seat in front of his desk. “Now, I have your file pulled out already. I gave it a read over my lunch break, I hope you don’t mind. Your résumé is very impressive indeed.”

Week - 715 Agent 42 by opossumman

Description: Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes.

Week - 717 Celebrating Kacheek Day as a Newly-Morphed Kacheek by opossumman

Description: For Kacheeks all around Neopia, this means a day of mirth and merriment in celebration of our species’ long and storied history. For some of us, however, this day can be quite confusing as well. This is because some Kacheeks, such as myself, were not born as Kacheeks, but ended up becoming one for some reason or another.

Week - 726 Of Portals and Faeryllium by opossumman

Description: “Wraithland,” Stealth said, questioningly. The brown Grundo was fixated on the twitching of the strange Wocky’s left eye. “And you’re sure this guidebook will get me there?” “Certainly. Though the more money is left in this jar, the more likely it will be that the portal appears on that day,” the Wocky said with a cackle while rubbing his palms together.

Week - 738 Project: Nightmare by opossumman

Description: The fog rolled over the shores of Krawk Island thicker than usual that evening. The haunting sounds of the dock bells fell upon the frightened ears of a dockworker, a green Tuskaninny. Something about this night in particular seemed…off.

Week - 750 All in the Cards by opossumman

Description: Moltara City was the same bustling subterranean metropolis it had always been, thought Stealth, a brown Grundo. It was just another day for him. He woke up, panicked at his once-again-missed alarm, ran out of his apartment screaming, and while his arms flailed and his roommate covered his ears, he managed to get to the obsidian quarry on time against all odds.

Week - 752 More Than Just Moltite by opossumman

Description: The thunderous strikes of the miners' pick axes resonated across the quarry. As sweat cascaded down the brows of the workers, the heat of Neopia's core gave no mercy.

Week - 778 Mayor May Not by opossumman

Description: "You see no issue in the fact that we've continuously elected him as Mayor despite not knowing his name? What if he's a Sway plant or something?" Jacob said. "I'm going to the Arcanium. They have a news archive."

Week - 794 You Are Now Leaving Neopia by opossumman

Description: "We are the Grundos. We used to live in harmony and peace on the planet Doran."

Week - 803 Prelude to the Resurgence: "Seeking" Aid by opossumman

Description: Taking a winding key from his vest pocket with one paw and wiping his sweat-fogged brass goggles with his other, he placed the winding key into the box and began to turn it...