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The Last Of Your Neo Neuroses!

've written 2 articles in the past all about our Neopets neuroses, and I think it's about time I wrote a third! To do this, I went to the Neoboards and asked the players there, What are your weird neuroses, things that are unique to this site?

by indulgences
Leaves - Don't Just Leave Them!

Autumn is upon us and every self-respecting neohome owner will spend a great deal of their time raking up the fallen leaves. Yes, they'll be gathering leaves in this, the month of Gathering!

by tallydepp
Your Horoscope For The Month of Gathering

A little Altadorian insight for your late summer.

by bizniscorg
Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide: Meepit Juice Break

One of the last game avatars I ever received was Meepit Juice Break. MJB is a complicated puzzle game that requires speed, critical thinking, and a lot of strategy

by krazypinkgurl
 
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"A Mutant's Best Friend" by yoshisislandbandit
"Eek! A mutant, eew!” A faerie Usul shrieked, pointing at the Mutant Shoyru with an expression most foul. “So gross!” The Shoyru didn’t react, continuing to read his book as he sat on the bench in the center of Neopia Central. The sound of the Rainbow Fountain echoed in his ears constantly as pets walked by and stared, pointing and gagging at his appearance. He had half a mind to bark back at them that being a mutant wasn’t that bad, and that they should keep to themselves if it was good for them. He knew that would only make it worse, though. He knew that they would just freak out and be even more afraid of mutants, further proving his point that mutants were blatantly picked on because of their appearance. The faerie Usul timidly approached the Shoyru as he read his book, the Shoyru’s eyes slowly shifting over to her as she came into view. The Usul reached a paw up, poking at the Shoyru’s blemishes on his forehead and shivering. It was then that he had to draw the line. The Shoyru let out a warning growl, causing the Usul to back up a bit, before she continued poking the blemishes. Finally, the Shoyru stood up. “Would you stop that?!” He snapped, clenching his fist. “That’s not very funny to poke someone.” The Usul gasped. “It talks! The rumors were a lie!” The Shoyru was steaming now. What kind of rumors had been made up about mutants that they would be that ridiculous? Mutants that didn’t talk? Absurd. He narrowed his eyes and walked away with his book in hand, while the onlookers continued to stare at him. He was so tired of being made a spectacle of. Mutants were so outcast these days it had grown to a frustrating point. Pets pointing and poking and prodding at his proportions… he couldn’t stand it anymore. What was worse… when a pet was a mutant, everyone assumed that the mutant was friends with only other mutants. Pets assumed that they would only fit in with others just as hideous as them. He seethed with anger. He had to find some way to prove these pets wrong about mutants… something that would really knock their socks off. But… how




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Quiggles Plus
When the freighter arrives, the captain finds the baby Grundo eating his turnips. He's furious. He takes the baby with him, to the market in Meridell, then on to the rubbish heap to dump the half eaten turnips and leaves the youngster there.

by edawg202

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Introspection of the Misunderstood
The sky shines bright blue today, clear enough that you can almost see to the heavens above. From down here, one can only imagine the vastness of space, of what lies beyond, out of reach from all but the most intrepid.

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The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Four
It really was like stepping into another world. The thick wall behind them muffled the sounds of the city, leaving the ruins eerily silent. Overgrown thickets of brush carpeted the ground, and gnarled old trees, their bare branches devoid of the slightest hint of spring, pushed their roots against cracked stone like they were attempting to escape from their wretched prison.

by cosmicfire918

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Janet and Jane: The Case of the Amnesiacs: Part Five
The Korbat and I walked through the winding hallways of the building - base, was what the Korbat said. I navigated it like I had for all of my life. It was almost routine for me.

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Trading NC
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Lame Pun: Abandoned Grundo
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