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Quote of the Week
Unfortunately, I couldn't get back fast enough to watch the whole unraveling of the operation. By the time I got back, I missed out on seeing the insider get caught and the Titanium members rounding up members of the Company before dragging them back to the house where the operation was done. And somehow, I even missed the grand entrance of Chief and only arrived when he was midway through his eloquent speech. I slipped into the shadows and watched.
“... so you can see, this has nothing to do with the Company as they had done this on their own accord! But you can rest assured that I'll personally see to these members that had caused the trouble and make sure they're well taught since they acted out of line.”
Oh? So now he's claiming that the Company had nothing to do with what had happened? Well, that’s to be expected. After all to do what they did, they had to enter Titanium territory when there was already an unspoken rule in place where no one member of any group can just trespass each other’s territories.
10 Things to Do When the Neoboards Go Down
Sometimes TNT has to take down the boards for a few hours to fix something, or update something, or just because they feel like it. I’m not really sure. The reason why the boards are down isn’t really important, the real problem is WHAT TO DO WITH YOURSELF?! Fortunately, I’ve got some suggestions for you!
Common Myths About Writing for the Times
While wandering about the Neoboards one day, sipping my first of five Soy Chai Lattes for the morning, I happened upon a few topics discussing rumors about how to get published into the Neopian Times. These comments intrigued me, so after I scribbled down a list of the most common ones, I poured myself a sixth cup of coffee, and left for the Neopian Times headquarters to see for myself if they were accurate or not.
Reselling: How to Make a Profit Off of Patience
Whenever you ask a Neopian how they make their neopoints, they usually tell you that they restock, play games, fight in the Battledome, invest in the Stock Market, or a bit of everything. However, most people don’t know that there is another method of making neopoints that’s based on a good eye for value, a bit of elbow grease, and lots of patience. This practice is called reselling.
|"Cafeteria Food" by forestfleet
Chris burst through the door. "I've got a job!" he shouted.
Starry, the blue lupe, sipped tea while she sat behind the small green coffee table. "I suppose anyone can get a job these days."
Redwhisper, the red Scorchio, looked over from his stone chair. "Cool. What's the job?"
"Your Neoschool teacher, teaching Science."
"And now you lost me!"
"What?" Chris asked, shaking his head. "Back during the Fall of Faerieland I was making healing potions! Ones that weren't particularly potent, but I digress."
"Look," Starry said. "It has nothing to do with a lack of ability to make potions, to teach, et cetera- It's that you're saying it's at school. Our school."
Chris sat down on an orange, hovering Virtupets bed. Slowly, he nodded. "You're right. That'd be terrible."
"Thank you!" Starry sighed.
"But I am a terrible person. School starts in two weeks. See you then."
Starry bit her lower lip. The Scorchio shot a concerned glance at her, and she returned a nervous smile.
|"The Perk Of Being A Plushie" by she_chose_love
Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Neopia, there were these two yellow Ixi’s named Sarah and Stacey. They were best friends and always did everything together. Sarah and Stacey had been friends since they were baby Ixi's, they were so close they were almost like sisters. It was very rare that you would ever see one girl without the other once being very close by. They even shared the same goal: to be able to buy a paint brush and get painted. The girls did not know what kind of paint brush they wanted, they just knew that nothing would make them happier than to be painted.
|"The Inventor's Craft" by artsy_insanity
"Something has happened." He said with glee. "Something has happened!"
"What? Nothing changed." Mira responded with a roll of her eyes.
"But don’t you see, it worked!" the young faerie beside her spoke with the same enthusiasm as the Neopet inventor. Her brown dress was quite plain for a faerie. Then again, Kreludor isn't a place to be one's fanciest attire on. Especially with the places that she and Mira had been visiting.
She is a dark faerie who currently worked as an apprentice of the Space Faerie. Her name is Delina.
The Space Faerie is only there to ensure Landelbrot doesn't blow up the moon. She doesn't like staying on or near Neopia all that much. That must be why she's called the "Space" Faerie.
"Delina, don’t cheer on his insanity." Mira told the faerie beside her. The Space Faerie's scowl was prominent today.P>
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|Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Four|
“Well,” I said, adjusting the brim of my sunhat to block out the harsh sunrays, “this was probably the worse thing that could have happened.” Soon after Marty and I had fled Jhuidah’s cooking pot, I had received a neomail. The small, enchanted yellow envelope had repeatedly jammed itself against my thigh until, grudgingly, I had plucked it from the air and opened it.
|Common Myths About Writing for the Neopian Times|
I happened upon a few topics discussing rumors about how to get published into the Neopian Times. These comments intrigued me, so after I scribbled down a list of the most common ones, I poured myself a sixth cup of coffee, and left for the Neopian Times headquarters to see for myself if they were accurate or not.
|How Luke Got his Groove Initially|
Well, you’ll never believe this, but the Buzz that you’re talking to now used to be just plain old yellow. And not just any yellow! Oh, no. I’m talkin’ about that nasty, putrid yellow that you see oozing off of a rancid can of Achyfi. This is a story, well, actually, my story, of how I became this beautiful snowy bug that you know today.<
|Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Six|
The entire chamber was consumed in pitch-black darkness. The air thick, cold as the ice caves. The only sounds were the distant echoes of water dripping onto the floor and the faint howling of the wind travelling through the many holes and tunnels scattered around the cavern.