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||Issue: 170 | 19th day of Celebrating, Y6
|To Be A Master: Dreams - Part OneShe gazed up at the sky, wondering if it was
his gentle amber eyes she was looking into, high up among the twinkling lights.
She had missed him so much, especially these previous days...|
|Hearts of Destiny: The Beginning - Part One"I was out at my guild," Keiko said, turning
her head to look at her sister. "We had some trouble there. That's also why
I'm back here; I have to go off for a day or two. Some rebels who were stealing
from us escaped the last raid and I need to get them back to punish them. Can
you tell CJ?"|
|A Complete Christmas: Part OneAndrea was never a born writer. Indeed, never
in her entire life had she written a decent piece of work. Somehow she just
couldn't, even if she tried every single way to...|
|The 18 Karat Gelert: Part OneEver since he was a little Gelert puppy, people
had cooed and squealed over him. Roger just had that quality-- that lovely,
approachable quality that people love...|
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Move To The Groove
Upon my investigation and researching, I have discovered one of the most well kept secrets of Neopia. Neopets from different parts of Neopia congregate each week and practise different types of graceful exercises combining both entertainment and workouts to the best effect, something that is generally classified as..."dancing"...
An endless blanket of white stretched before
him, the features of the mountains lost beneath it. The landscape slept, resting
underneath its undisturbed white blanket, content to slumber a little under
its icy coverlet. He had not that luxury.
|A Pint-Sized Christmas|
"I've heard tell o' this 'ere Christmas,
but I don't know what it be all about, so I don't…we pirates don't know about
anything called Christmas, never 'ave, probably never will do neither..."
|Codename: Secret Conversation|
The Neoboards; a place for people to meet and have a chat, ask questions, roleplay,
advertise their items or just generally have fun. But, like all good things
there’s something bad in the middle of it all. Shall I spell it out for you…?