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||Issue: 715 | 15th day of Sleeping, Y18
|Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part Three"So where are we going?" Corbin asked me.|
"To Sunset Isle Mental Health Institution," I answered.
"But that's an insane asylum. Why on Neopia are we going there?"
"I have to interview someone there."
|Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Long Shadows: Part Six“Darigan's army mobilized over an hour ago and they are systematically sweeping the city. If Morguss and the Painted Lady are in the Citadel, they will find them. It's just a matter of time now,” Loraine said, keeping her eyes on the monitors while she spoke.|
|Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Five“I thought I heard something, like some kind of faint howling. You don’t think there are werelupes down here do you?” She turned to face her brother.|
|Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part ThreeI had never found the dark scary as a young child. I had never trembled in bed at night, conjuring up imaginary monsters that purportedly lurked beneath my bed, behind my dresser, and inside my closet. But after the Kougra thrust my bottle into the depths of his backpack, I felt a jolt of fear unlike anything I had ever experienced before.|
|Duplicity: Part SixThe drawbridge itself could hold half a palace. Spiky vines cracked through the edges of the moat below, slithering through patches of shrubbery. Sunlight glittered off the golden borders of the turrets.|
|A Light Faerie's Quest: Part Two... Flora gazed into the shimmering basin in Queen Fyora's throne room, her eyes wide with shock. Inside the magical liquid, she saw the shape of a huge figure skulking about. But who, or what, was it?|
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"Proving the Existence of Jelly World" by greenj12356
In a building down a dark alley in Neopia Central, a group of pets got together to discuss an idea that many would not be able to voice in public.
“Now, I’m not saying it is true right away,” Started their self-proclaimed leader, a Jelly Kau named Jeandra, “But suppose that Jelly World does actually exist.” There were some gasps from the group, but most of them nodded their heads. They were all Jelly pets after all. Believing that more items, and even whole lands could also be made out of Jelly was not so farfetched to them. “All throughout history we have heard of pet’s hushed whisperings of a world made of Jelly. But all of these pets have been quickly silenced, or labeled as insane. Darigan still holds a prisoner in his dungeons that goes on about Jelly World, but that isn’t the only pet to speak of this land. In my research quite a few pets wound up at Meepit Oaks Sanitorium for even trying to gather together like we are now, and discuss this rationally.”
“But why?” a Grarrl in the crowd questioned. “It seems to me that if this land does exist, there should be an effort made to find it. Why would someone go to such lengths to hide its existence from the rest of Neopia?” The group of the Jelly pets listening nodded their agreement.
|The Unsettling Aftereffects|
The investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects. One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.
When I, a Yellow Vandagyre, moved from the mountains of Shenkuu to Neopia Central, I was not sure what to expect, but I knew that there was a big surprise for me in store. Like the rest of my known friends that were heading out, I wanted to explore the world and make a difference in some way after decades of isolation.
|As the Wheels Turn|
Have you ever wondered what exactly it is that powers the wheels of Neopia? For example, where does the Wheel of Excitement get all those Neopoints? How do the wheels get the power to inflict illnesses? And most important of all, what is it that keeps the Wheel of Monotony spinning for so long?
|Shopkeepers: The Truth Behind the Counter|
And then I did a double-take. Because the shopkeeper was none other than Fyora herself. Her Royal Faerie Highness was standing there behind the counter, waving as I left the store dumbstruck. What was the Faerie Queen doing tending a small shop in Altador, waiting for passers-by to peruse her employer’s selection of partially-eaten omelettes?