After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Isaiah had been planning on what to do with the frog spawn soap he bought at the joke shop ever since he arrived back at school. No, who was he kidding; he had been thinking about it from the second he had loaded the soap into his basket at the shop. He had kept the suggestion of throwing them...
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