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"Neopia. What a lovely planet. I think I'll take it.” Dr. Frank Sloth
The Forgotten Hero
In these peaceful and pragmatic times, it is easy to forget things that should never be forgotten...things like heroes for instance; Heroes who mapped the course of the history of this great land through their self-less and sacrificial actions. One such hero has been forgotten, yet the actions of this one hero who, to this day, remains nameless changed the entire outcome of Tyrannian and even Neopian history forever.
The Winter Neolympics
Today marked the opening of the annual Winter Neolympcis, we were gathered on Terror Mountain, where the event was taking place. Weather was very fitting for the Games with the sun shining and degrees being below freezing with no wind at all, as well as there had been heavy snow the day before. Great turnout of Neopets had come to see the best performing their best in various Neolympic categories.
Dressing Your Pet in Fashionable Attire
The clothing store has been around since the beginning of Neopia and the NC mall almost as long but there are still undressed, under-dressed, and ugly dressed pets. Our aim is to help you learn to customise, raise your pet’s self-esteem, and repair the damaged relationship with your pet.
|"Resurgence: Fiendish Formations" by opossumman
Professor Lambert studied the arcane map once more. A remarkable bit of magical technology, he thought. A map that would not only allow its reader to observe the entirety of the battlefield from afar, but also make them capable of issuing commands to their troops from it. Magically-based telepathic communication, if you will. And if he needed to give orders to a specific unit? Well, the map allowed him to zero in on them to speak with them directly.
Professor Lambert was nearly salivating. A tactician of his caliber would benefit tremendously from this kind of treasure. And yet, despite its wondrous qualities, it wasn't one-of-a-kind. General Aethia, thankfully, had a small set of them, and distributed them to those she felt were most qualified to wield them. Lambert couldn't help but feel for Aethia. She had been running herself ragged throughout this arduous campaign, so to lighten the load for her would be an opportunity he would spring for. The Wraith were likely coming upon their final few waves, but sadly, their numbers were still plentiful, it seemed.
This resurgence of Wraith had worried not only Lambert and the Seekers, but Neopia as a whole. The last time they'd appeared in such large numbers, the impact felt by the planet was immense. Nowadays it felt almost hard to believe that there had been a time when Faerieland called the sky its home.
That made it even more imperative that Faerieland should be completely defended while the current situation is still being handled. Faerieland quite literally can't fall lower than it already has, and as a central source of magic and power for Neopia, it couldn't fall into the hands of the Wraith.
"Testing, can all troops hear my voice?" asked Lambert, speaking in the map's general direction.
A dissonant collection of various yes-es rang through the Gnorbu's ears. On the map before him, he saw not only the troops he commanded (the Seekers themselves, naturally), but also the surrounding area. The terrain, first and foremost, was a clearing. Woodlands surrounded the fighters, with a notable river running through the center. A small bridge was built across it, providing an excellent choke point for the fighters to seize. Listening in, Lambert didn't hear any wind.
This could go smoothly after all, Lambert thought.
"Archers, stay on the back lines. Those of you with melee weaponry, head for the bridge."
"What about the cannon, sir?" asked Jacob, a brass goggle-clad Kacheek, and one of the many Seekers on the battlefield.
|"Donny’s Apprentice" by k3l26
Icy winds whipped around Fablar, a Royalboy Cybunny, as he tried to scale the last of Terror Mountain. He pressed through resolutely, though, remembering why he was there. After all, he had broken his best friend Gley’s beloved Light Faerie Snowglobe. Although Gley tried to keep the sadness off her face when Fablar broke her favorite snowglobe, he knew she was miserable about it. Gley was currently away promoting her Beauty Contest entry, so Fablar secretly collected all the shattered pieces and began asking around for advice on how to repair it.
First, he tried his own hand at fixing it. It was a disaster that only led to him pricking his hands on the jagged edges of the broken snowglobe glass.
Second, Fablar visited the Toy Shop, the store where Gley first purchased the Light Faerie Snowglobe. The owner, however, had no idea how to fix the snowglobe.
“I only sell, I don’t make or repair any of my inventory. And I certainly don’t offer refunds!” the Lupe said. “Now, if you aren’t looking to buy, please be off, for I am a very busy shopkeeper!” She pushed him towards the door as she went over to help another customer.
Fablar sighed, already out of options. He leaned on the side of the Toy Shop considering his next move. And that’s when he heard –
“Psst!” came a voice from around the corner, close to the nearby woods. “I overheard you talking in there, you said you needed something fixed?”
Fablar turned around, following the voice. He was surprised to see a Plushie Aisha behind the Toy Shop. The Aisha was wearing a dark sweatshirt with the hood up. He looked terribly suspicious, but Fablar was quite desperate for help.
“I do,” Fablar said, showing the strange Aisha the remnants of the Light Faerie Snowglobe. “But the Toy Shop owner said there is nothing she can do.”
The Aisha peered over at the broken snowglobe. He hummed for a moment before finally asking, “Have you heard of the Toy Repair shop?”
“Um… no,” Fablar replied. Although the Aisha seemed shady, Fablar was willing to hear him out. According to the Aisha, there was a small store on the top of Terror Mountain that boasted the ability to fix damaged toys for a small fee. After sharing that information, the Aisha disappeared into the shadows, so that was all that Fablar had to go with. Skeptical but still hopeful, he quickly went home to Brightvale to prepare for the cold that Terror Mountain was famous for.
|"Seeking: One Master of the Universe" by itipeque
Everybody’s heard of Dr, Sloth. Some of you may even think you know him well. Fooling yourselves, I say. You may have admired him from afar, but I know him up close and personal. I’m one of his Minions, nay, his second in command, right hand man and evil confident. His most humble admirer and fervent follower. I live to serve my Master. If only I could manage to find him.
My name is Parlax. You think you know me? Think again.
I met Dr. Sloth the very same day he first laid eyes on Neopia. Us Grundos have always known we have an affinity for evil geniuses, but the chance of meeting one is a rare thing indeed. Dr. Sloth’s swift conquer or our planet was a blessing in disguise, and after enslaving our race and creating his army, I and some of my fellow captives were drafted to man his Space Station. Such a happy coincidence! We worked hard and were rewarded with indoctrination and brain-washing. And life was slowly crawling by.
Then one day I was commanded to go up to Dr. Sloth’s quarters and inform him we were approaching the World of Neopia. And the moment our eyes met, I knew my destiny with as much certainty as if Fyora herself had decreed it. He looked at the cross-shaped scar across my face and knew I was the one he had been waiting for. The one whose loyalty he’d never doubt. The one who would be by his side and help him realise his plans. I felt his insanity draw me in like a moth to a flame. And I was mesmerised. I was converted. And I knew I would serve him and obey him, gladly do his bidding and carry out his evil deeds for the rest of forever. Dr. Sloth was my Master just as surely as he was Master of the Universe.
We settled the Space Station on an easy orbit around this new World so full of promise. Dr. Sloth had so many plans! He wanted to transfigure all these new, puny Neopians into his own super race of Virtupets. And to that effect we were ordered to man his Mutation Ray day and night, zapping those pets one by one and turning them into wonderful mutant ones, much like ourselves. Life was good. And then Mira reversed the ray, and that was the beginning of the end. That smug Space Faerie did away with my Master’s best laid plans. The ray exploded and all mutations were reversed and Dr. Sloth had to leave, though he vowed he wouldn’t be gone for long. And I believed him. I was sure good things would come to me if I stayed by his side. Besides, where else would I have gone? Dr. Sloth was my sun, and I his most trusted minion.
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