|Sanity is forbidden
||Issue: 702 | 9th day of Collecting, Y17
|Twice as Nice"He's already read this one," Cleo said, setting the small hardcover copy of Courgette Farming down on the table before plucking out the teabag from her mug. The Vandagyre inspected the satchel's tag for a moment before tossing it into the wastebasket.|
|The Potion PredicamentWith a smile, Snazztacular the Purple Lupe poured Sloth Spaghetti onto the plate of yet another Grundo at the Virtupets Space Station. A gigantic line had formed outside Grundo's Cafe, every one of the clients eager for a delicious meal. Snazz was in fact doing volunteer work; the profits from the food sales were going to charity. |
|The Pirate King Files: Amulet of the Twelve SandsThe Chia Police officer scribbled something in his notebook and glanced again at the glass display case. According to the museum curator, the thing inside had been stolen, and yet the glass showed no signs of breaking or tampering. Someone simply unlocked the box and removed the item.|
|GrellanHowever, our story is about one of the very few Neopets who were not raised by a loving family; instead, he was born in the Case 15-A of Laboratory #8 and his homeland was the Virtupets Research Centre. |
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|The Adventure in Krawk Island I can feel the soft golden sand on my back and the bright sun shining in my eyes. I awaken at a Island lying in the sand near the docks, I am here with nothing but a small bag of dubloons. I seem to be at alone right now trying to find a treasure of some sort and my father's seem to have disappeared leaving a note "I'll be back soon", yet the ship is still here, not in great condition but able to sail to other places.|
|A Day in the Life of a WeewooThe blue Kacheek finished the last sentence of the letter, dipping the quill into the ink one more time to sign her name in a flourish. Next to her, Avis, a white Weewoo, dozed in a roomy bird cage, her head tucked under her wing.|
|Timmett's TransformationThe auction house echoed with life, its high stone walls and wood floors reverberating with the sounds of arguing people. Auctioneers shouted over one another as lots rose in price and bidding times ran out.|
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"Twice as Nice" by interstella
S "He's already read this one," Cleo said, setting the small hardcover copy of Courgette Farming down on the table before plucking out the teabag from her mug. The Vandagyre inspected the satchel's tag for a moment before tossing it into the wastebasket.
"Drat. I was hoping he hadn’t approached a read this dry," Jamie sighed with a wry smile. He picked up Courgette Farming and flipped it over to look over the back cover's synopsis. He waved the book at Cleo. "Any chance you're looking to start a hobby in gardening?"
Cleo shrugged and laughed, accepting the book that had already been rejected twice. "I'll save you the trip to the Money Tree and see if I can become Neopia's next major courgette farmer. Porter didn’t seem too enthused when he was going through this one."
Without a doubt, Porter always kept a few spare books in his rucksack whenever he was out and about, just in case he were to finish one. And when he was at home, a book would never be too far out of reach.
|Eyries A to Z|
In celebration of Eyrie Day, I have compiled an alphabetic list containing everything there is to know about this wonderful species. From colours to wearables and from characteristics to famous Eyries, this article brings the wonderful Eyrie into the spotlight.
|Are You a True Neopian?|
In my opinion it is not your achievements that make you a Neopian but your mistakes and failures and how you learn from them. We can’t all be well known or fantastic at games or collecting avatars or in the Battledome. But we can all commiserate together when things go wrong. If you still keep coming back to this site despite all the disasters and upsets you truly can consider yourself a Neopian.
|After ACX: Part Six|
Part Six - Fire
We burst through the doors of The Royal Neopian, chattering happily. We swarm up the stairs and separate, heading to our own rooms to continue the night’s fun. I bump my friend from behind, giggling.
|Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures|
Sweat ran down the side of Meegla's face as she stared at the card in her gloved paws. Yesterday, the Aisha had spent four hours playing Guess the Card with her humble sidekick, Fargon the Grundo. Fargon had been bored out of his mind, begging her to go play some Destructomatch III with him instead, but Meegla had insisted he let her guess the patterns on the cards until her guesses were nearly 90 percent correct.