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#41 :: June 24th, 2010 @ 10:44 PM

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That sounds good to me, You write excellent stories

I will fill out a form sometime tomorrow then, Thanks!!

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#42 :: June 25th, 2010 @ 11:12 AM

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Sounds good, User not found (1): _Jammin_! Whenever you get around to it is fine.

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#43 :: June 25th, 2010 @ 12:38 PM

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Okay so here goes. I actually have 5 pets that I need stories for but I figured I would put them down and if you do not want to do all of them then you can pick and choose which you would rather do if you want to do any of them.<br>

Username: _Jammin_
Character(s): Winston Churchill his link http://www.subeta.net/petinfo.php?petid=885955 He is the cat from Pet Semetary
Format: General Creative Story
Word Count: Short story
Genre: Dark.
Other Information: I do not need it done by a certain date. I have a short description on his profile and I pretty much want to include the fact that he was buried in Pet Semetary so everyone knows he is supposed to be the cat from the movie and also if you could incorpate the treasure chest items into it(dead animal parts) I have an overlay and profile coming for him and he will look like the cat from the movie and the profile will have the cat and graveyard from the movie on it.
Price: 1 million sp

Character(s): Skirt Chaser-He is a ladies man but not in a romantic sense, more of a sexual sense. One-night stand kind of guy but ladies love him and he loves the ladies. Here is his link http://www.subeta.net/petinfo.php?petid=883656 but please disregard the description I have there for him.
Format: General Creative Story
Word Count: Short
Genre: comedy (maybe if possible, but if not no biggie)
Price: 1 million sp

Character: Princess Glacia Her link http://www.subeta.net/petinfo.php?petid=317406 She is a princess over a land of glacier creatures(if you want to give the land a name that would be fine or just use Arctic Frost if that is allowed. She loves snow but I do not have anything else in mind for her.
Format:General Creative story
Word Count: Short
Price: 1 million sp

Character: SassieGal Here is her link http://www.subeta.net/petinfo.php?petid=736075 You can disregard her description that I have for her. She is basically a hippy and if you incorporate her treasure chest items to fit in the story that would great but it is not necessary as I can always change her treasure chest items.
Format:General Short Story
Word Count:Short
Price: 1 million sp

Character: Pw(subject to a name change at any moment so just want to make sure it would be fine to edit it as far as changing his name when I do) Here is his link http://www.subeta.net/petinfo.php?petid=446046 I basically have no ideas for his story/character so if you want to do him then you can but if not I would totally understand. I will pay more for him though since I have no ideas for him.
Format: General Creative Story
Word Count: Short
Price: 2 million

As I said before you can pick and choose which you want to do if you do not want to do them all, it is totally up to you. I just figured it would be easier to get them all in at once other than to keep coming back, lol!! I put short on all the word counts but basically it is really up to you how you want to do that. Thanks so much, you have been a lifesaver

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#44 :: June 26th, 2010 @ 12:19 AM

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Got them all marked down! Thanks dear for commissioning me so many times. ^__^ And yes, if you change any of your pets' names you're welcome to change their names in the stories. Thank you for asking!

I'm doing volunteer work all weekend, so it may be a few days before your next story comes in. Sorry about the delay!

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#45 :: June 26th, 2010 @ 10:14 AM

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Yay!! I am so happy

Thanks so much for taking so many and no worries about how long it takes, I am in no rush.

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#46 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 12:01 AM

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I had a moment of inspiration and had to write your story. I googled to find lists of the best violin pieces, and was told the ones mentioned in the story were considered good. And I don't know if French speakers exist in Subeta, but it seemed like a good accent for a classical musician to have. I used this website to try to find a way to portray the accent in written words.

I went from memory of attending classical concerts for how it generally goes, but if I'm not recalling correctly, please tell me!

Please let me know if anything is unsatisfactory and I'll be sure to change it!

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Orchestration nervously straightened his tie while primping backstage. Tonight was his big debut, and the audience was packed full. He had heard from the conductor that the ticket takers were turning people away at the door, lest the fire chief shut the concert down! He had not expected there to be so much interest.

Ever since he was young, Orchestration knew that he wanted to be a concert master – the lead violinist – and he set his sights high. The Centropolis City Orchestra was the crème de la crème of orchestras in all of Subeta, and he so admired their expertise and professionalism. He hoped to one day be standing in those spotlights.

He studied hard and practiced every day for as long as he could remember; sometimes, when the music was particularly moving, he’d play late into the night until his poor fingers were numb. When he had heard that the Centropolis City Orchestra’s concert master was retiring and auditions were open, he had to try out. He played his violin at all hours for all audiences, preparing his audition piece: “Partita in D Minor” by Johann Sebastian Bach. The judges had been so moved by his playing of such an esteemed work, he had been selected to replace the retired concert master.

And tonight was his big debut. The city was abuzz with excitement over the “excellent new talent down at the orchestra,” or so he had heard from a chatty group of girls earlier in the day. The finest Subetans were dressed to the nines and were chattering excitedly out in the auditorium.

“Monsieur, you ah not even undeh dze lights, and alheady, you ah sweating!” another violinist that Orchestration vaguely recognized said in her thick accent. “Rhelax, monsieur. You will be brill-eeant.” She patted a towel around his face, catching the sweat, before tossing it into the trash and swishing away.

The conductor said something over the noise that Orchestration didn’t quite catch, but he understood the meaning. It was time to go.

He grabbed his violin and led the others on stage. They sat simultaneously as the audience’s voices quieted. He stood and led the rest as they tuned their instruments, then sat again, waiting for the conductor to come on stage. He heard, rather than saw, him make his entrance, due to the audience members’ respectable applause.

Orchestration vaguely recalled making it through the first three songs. Those weren’t what had his stomach flip-flopping. The final piece of the night was “Violin Concerto in D Major” by Beethoven, featuring a solo violinist. Recognized as one of the most brilliant classical pieces featuring the violin, Orchestration hoped he could play it at the level of respect and quality it deserved.

A pair of oboes started off the piece, and he counted beats until it was his time. Picking up his violin and placing the bow on the strings, he waited to join in the swell of the music with the clarinets, oboes, bassoons, horns, timpani, and other strings. About three minutes into the song, he stood to play his solo. His fingers waltzed along the instrument, hitting every note perfectly and precisely.

The audience melted away and he simply lost himself in the pure emotion of the music. When the ending, sadly and quite too quickly, finally came, he set the violin down with a heavy breath and was surprised to make out dim figures in the audience rising to give him – him! – a standing ovation. He eyed the conductor and noticed that the man was gesturing toward Orchestration, causing the applause to rise louder.

He bowed graciously and knew that this was it. This was his moment of glory.

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#47 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 12:17 AM

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#48 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 12:24 AM

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I'm really glad you like it. It makes writing so much fun when it's for people who appreciate the end result.
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I finished TotalChaos's story. You didn't specify how he was evil, so I came up with that myself. And, well, you'll see.

Please let me know if you'd like me to change anything!

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The crowd roared, and only a name could be heard coming from the stadium. “TOTALCHAOS!” They screamed it again and again, and he had no problem encouraging them to.

TotalChaos expertly handled the steering wheel as he directed his monster truck around the muddy field. This was a freestyle event, so he did his best to astonish the crowd. He made sloppy donuts in the mud, splashing the unfortunate souls who sat in the front row. He finished his display with a series of wheelstands and jumps, his truck leaping into the air to come crashing down on a motor home placed conveniently in the center of the arena.

Propping open the door, he leaned out, flexed his muscles, and let out a loud growl. The crowd cheered louder, loving such a display of power.

TotalChaos had been a smash among monster truck fans since his entrance into the industry. He was a terrifying individual, the sort that people loved to hate and hated to love. In person, he towered over most people, his height and musculature more than intimidating. In performances, he handled his truck with an ease and a vengeance that inspired fear in competitors and fans alike. Not to mention the incidents TotalChaos had come to be associated with.

Backstage, he stepped out of the shower, having just cleaned the mud and grime of the event from his body. In the locker room, he came face-to-face with the host of the event, and the man did not look very happy. “The chief of police is here,” he said firmly. “Get dressed. She needs to speak to you.”

Quickly, he did as he was told, and met the stern woman out in the arena. The area hadn’t been cleaned up, but the stands were empty, except for a few policemen roaming about. The woman, who introduced herself as Chief Polnak, stood looking at the remains of the motor home.

“Mr. Chaos,” Polnak started, “you were aware that there were people in this home when you drove your truck into it.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. She was certain, given TotalChaos’s reputation, that he had known the family was in the home, and he had crushed them intentionally.

“Oh? I had no idea anyone was in there,” TotalChaos said, his face unreadable. He shrugged his shoulders in an expression of detached sympathy. “All of the vehicles used in the show are provided by the owners of the establishment. Perhaps you should be asking them why people were still in the motor home.”

Chief Polnak eyed TotalChaos suspiciously. This wasn’t the first time that people had died in his monster truck rallies. She was quite sure that he placed them in the various trucks, cars, and other vehicles used in his shows. Trapped them there in some way, and he got a thrill of hearing a crowd of people cheering him on as he committed murder before their eyes.

The catch, though, was that TotalChaos was very skillful and intelligent at the way he killed. It wasn’t quite clear how the victims were forced to stay in the vehicle. They weren’t bound or poisoned. There was no indication of head trauma to suggest that he might have knocked them out. And having a ton or more of steel suddenly on the victims erased a lot of available forensic evidence.

Chief Polnak heard of the mysterious monster truck deaths after six victims had been found. She had made detailed charts of each death, and found that the only constant between all cases was TotalChaos. As the death count rose, she made a point to attend all of his performances and inspected the debris afterward. Inside this motor vehicle, the police had found what appeared to be four separate bodies, bringing TotalChaos’s killing count up to 24.

She glared at the hated man, the man she could not catch. “I know you did this; I know you forced them in to this vehicle to die.”

He smirked, but it was not one of enjoyment or confession. He was mocking her. “Please tell me, o’ respected Chief Polnak, are you indicting me?”

Polnak looked away, up at her men waiting for her word. But, once again, she didn’t have anything solid. She would be treated with derision if she brought the case to a grand jury.

“No. You’re excused.”

TotalChaos left the arena, his laughter echoing in the stadium. There’s nothing quite like getting away with murder.

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#49 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 10:46 AM

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Oh wow! That is dark,I love it!! It is the kind of evil I was wanting for him.
I just got on quickly to see what was going on in the subeta world but I have to do a few chores around the house but if you will set up a lot I will pay you when I get back on in a little bit.
Again thank you so much, these stories are so awesome, I just can not see how someone could be so creative with these sorts of things

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#50 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 10:49 AM

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I'm glad you like it!
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Question on the other five: do you want them done in a particular order or is any order fine?

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#51 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 11:21 AM

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Any order is fine, whatever floats your boat,lol!

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#52 :: June 27th, 2010 @ 7:08 PM

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Username: marisha-ten
Character(s): My pet Yugi-Oh. His profile has a basic idea but it's not much so please tell me if you need/want more.
Format: a short story please. I like how Eskill's has information before the story.
Word Count: probably no more the 500 words but feel free to go a little over or something.
Genre: just a background story please
Other Information: No time limit and as I said the details I've got are pretty sketchy, so feel free to play around with them.
Price: I was thinking 100CSC but tell me up or down if you think it's not right.
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#53 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 4:28 PM

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Just saw your order, so I apologize about the delay in replying! The payment amount is acceptable, and I'll add you to the first post. Thank you!

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I'm pleased to say that I have read enough of Wicked to be able to write your pet's story! It is 755 words long, and I think it provides enough information about the goings-on that people who haven't read the book could understand the general gist of things.

Please let me know if anything is unsatisfactory!

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Doctor Dillamond, a respectable, but poorly-dressed Goat, stood over the table, pouring over his research. It was late; he wasn’t sure what time it was, but his latest findings had been fascinating and of the utmost importance to his cause.

The times were dark in Oz, to those who were willing to pay attention to the political climate. The Wizard, having forcibly installed himself as ruler of the land, was taking extreme measures against Animals. The Banns on Animal Mobility, which severely limited Animals’ ability to travel, use public services, or even work in the public sector, served as just one example of the Wizard’s tendency to marginalize populations for his own gain.

He closed his eyes and ran a hoof across his face in agitation. His grandmothers had worked so hard for him to have the life he did. They had been milking-Goats on a farm in Gillikin, and through their years of labor and scraping and saving, they had been able to hire a schoolteacher to educate Dillamond. And now, these Banns were forcing him to give up, by law, the privileges he had rightfully earned through his years of studying, training, and hard work.

Thankfully, Doctor Dillamond had been allowed to retain his position on the Faculty of Biological Arts at Shiz University, which meant he still had full use of his laboratory. It was the heat of summer, and one of the more intelligent students had stayed at the university to aid in his research. She was a green-skinned young woman by the name of Elphaba, and she had taken up the cause with a passion and rigor he hadn’t expected from a human.

Their work was hard and complicated, especially since the Banns on Animals and the expectations for the proper behavior of females made getting access to resources difficult. Luckily, Miss Elphaba knew some young boys – the names Boq, Crope, and Tibbett, if he recalled correctly – who used their status as human males to get the better books and papers from the Three Queens and Briscoe Hall libraries.

His goal seemed simple enough: to compare tissues of the sentient Animals, the spiritless animals, and humans to see what differences, if any, exist. He hoped for no differences of consequence between the Animal and human tissues. After all, how could the Wizard possibly uphold the Banns against Animals if Animals were essentially the same as humans? News of his research had slipped out in hushed whispers in the community, and he knew that he was seen as a dangerous Goat.

But he was no fool. Miss Elphaba and her friends worked on researching the history of Animal-human relations, allowing him to focus on his experiments. Once his research was completed, their work and his would come together to create a comprehensive, solid argument against the Banns. He would go to Emerald City and present it to the Wizard himself.

Glancing out the window, Doctor Dillamond saw the sleepy town of Shiz dark with night. He was just going to finish up looking at this last sample, and then he’d head off to bed himself.

Having spent the last few minutes thinking about politics, his agitated mind manifested itself when he went to adjust the magnifying glass. It made a glorious cracking sound and echoed about the room. He sighed and moved to clean up the mess. As the room once again grew quiet, he heard an unfamiliar sound of… clockwork? “Tiktok. Tiktok. Tiktok.” The sound became overwhelmingly loud in the small lab, and twisting his shoulders about, he turned to look –

In the sparkling morning of another beautiful summer day, a red sheet rippled in the gentle breeze, as it secured from sight the mangled red neck of the late Doctor Dillamond.

With dry eyes, young Elphaba watched as the police wheeled her mentor out of sight. Headmistress Madame Morrible sadly told of how her clockwork servant Grommetik and Glinda’s Ama Clutch had found that the poor doctor had accidentally cut an artery in his throat on a broken bit of magnifying glass. Ama Clutch had been driven mad by the sight of the Goat’s mangled body, and couldn’t speak of the incident herself, you see.

Unconvinced by the official version of events, Elphaba made a silent vow to herself to carry on the great work of Doctor Dillamond, not knowing that it was merely the first of many steps to infamy. Yesterday, she was Elphaba. And in some distant tomorrow, she would be the Wicked Witch of the West.

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#54 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:04 PM

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Beautiful! Beautiful! Bravo! Brava!

Spectacular work.

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#55 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:10 PM

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Thank you. I'm glad you like it and that I was able to write your pet's story. I really enjoyed working on it.
Lot #4567818 is up for payment! Thank you again!

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I'm feeling motivated today. I finished Pw's story. You gave me freedom to pick a story for him, so I decided to go with detailing a situation I could imagine an average Subetan being in. Just a bit of fun, nothing serious.

If this wasn't the sort of story you were hoping for, please let me know and I'll be sure to come up with something else.

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Pw kept his face blank as he looked over his competitors. Painkillers and TotalChaos had just finished their turns.

He swept up the six dice and threw them across the table. Munching on a chicken leg, he looked blandly over the outcome. Five yellow dice and one purple die.

An eager Painkillers leaned across the table and laughed. “There’s no way you can get Unified Matter in the next roll!”

Pw raised his right eyebrow and smirked. He and his friends played Dark Matter Dice occasionally. However, while they had gone off and found semi-respectable livings – from a certain point-of-view, anyway – he had been working the gambling circuit. While Slots and Scratchcards were, for the amateur gambler, acceptable forms of getting a thrill out of playing with Lady Luck, he found his calling in Dark Matter Dice.

At most, he had once lost 600,000 sP, and had also once won roughly 1.5 million in a high stakes bet. On that note, he thought, he was no longer welcome near the wealthy Mattieu, who was convinced that game had been rigged.

“Would you like to raise the stakes?” he asked easily, and laid down chips equaling another 100,000 sP. This simple game between friends had gotten exciting quickly, and he decided to take advantage of their cluelessness with his skill at the game.

TotalChaos shook his head. TotalChaos knew when to back down from particularly high-stakes situations, given his work as a monster truck driver. Painkillers, however, appeared thoughtful and indecisive.

Ripping another bite out of the perfectly cooked chicken leg, Pw leaned back in his chair and appeared apathetic, like he really could care less if Painkillers took the bet, because that money was just so insignificant.

Taking the bait, Painkillers threw down the chips and eagerly leaned across the table. “Come on. Come on. Come on. Roll already!”

Being the obliging gentleman that he is, Pw picked up the purple die and threw it easily across the table. He leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully chewed another bite of chicken. He didn’t even need to see what he had rolled. The loud scream of dismay from Painkillers was more than enough.

Ah, this was the life.

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#56 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:34 PM

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#57 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:37 PM

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@ I really do like it but I am kind of at a lost about what to do as far as treasure chest items and his profile goes. I am so sorry, I guess I was hoping for something to do with the treasure chest he already has. I should have specified that so I am willing to pay you for that story and then another if you would want to do another because it is totally my fault that I did not specify that and again I am sooooo sorry

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#58 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:40 PM

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Ah, sorry! My bad. I tried to bring in his TC/overlay, but if the mentions weren't overt enough, I can write something else. Let me ponder a bit, and I'll have something new soon.

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#59 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:45 PM

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@ No hon it was totally my bad. And it is such a cute story too, maybe if it were a little less vague like they were just playing some other game with regular colored dice(I could put some random dice in his treasure) or just basic gambling then I could put some scratch cards in there.

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#60 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 5:51 PM

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I adjusted a few things here and there so it could be just a general dice game, rather than specifically Dark Matter Dice. (I assumed there would be more items related to it! Sorry for not checking.) If you want something more related to the meat/chicken, though, I really don't mind writing something else. I want you to be happy.

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Pw kept his face blank as he looked over his competitors. Painkillers and TotalChaos had just finished their turns.

He swept up the six dice and threw them across the table. Munching on a chicken leg, he looked blandly over the outcome. Five matching dice and one dissenting die.

An eager Painkillers leaned across the table and laughed. “There’s no way you can get a perfect six in the next roll!”

Pw raised his right eyebrow and smirked. He and his friends played dice games occasionally. However, while they had gone off and found semi-respectable livings – from a certain point-of-view, anyway – he had been working the gambling circuit. While slots and scratchcards were, for the amateur gambler, acceptable forms of getting a thrill out of playing with Lady Luck, he found his calling in dice.

At most, he had once lost 600,000 sP, and had also once won roughly 1.5 million in a high stakes bet. On that note, he thought, he was no longer welcome near the wealthy Mattieu, who was convinced that game had been rigged.

“Would you like to raise the stakes?” he asked easily, and laid down chips equaling another 100,000 sP. This simple game between friends had gotten exciting quickly, and he decided to take advantage of their cluelessness with his skill at the game.

TotalChaos shook his head. TotalChaos knew when to back down from particularly high-stakes situations, given his work as a monster truck driver. Painkillers, however, appeared thoughtful and indecisive.

Ripping another bite out of the perfectly cooked chicken leg, Pw leaned back in his chair and appeared apathetic, like he really could care less if Painkillers took the bet, because that money was just so insignificant.

Taking the bait, Painkillers threw down the chips and eagerly leaned across the table. “Come on. Come on. Come on. Roll already!”

Being the obliging gentleman that he is, Pw picked up the mismatched die and threw it easily across the table. He leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully chewed another bite of chicken. He didn’t even need to see what he had rolled. The loud scream of dismay from Painkillers was more than enough.

Ah, this was the life.

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#61 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:02 PM

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I love it!! That will be alot better for the treasure chest items, thanks!!Do you mind if I give him a general biography before or after the story?
Something like:
Name: Pw
Favorite Food: Meat of all kinds cooked rare because he loves the taste of blood
Favorite Pastime: Gambling games especially Dice

That way I could add in a few scratch cards and any other gambling things that may be on the site. Also the overlay has blood coming out of the chicken so wanted to add in that he likes his meat bloody.

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#62 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:21 PM

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I'm glad I could work it out for you.

You're more than welcome to do a general biography! I like doing those for my own pets, for the people who don't feel like reading the entire story.

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#63 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:23 PM

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Thanks so much for being patient with me,lol! Did you want more for it since you had to edit it?

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#64 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:24 PM

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I'm really not worried about it, dear. You're my best customer, and in any event, I want you to be happy with the end result. I didn't mind making the changes.

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#65 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:27 PM

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#66 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 6:34 PM

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@ It's fine and thank you for accepting my order.

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Oh and I hope you don't mind but I put a few more details on his profile

"Sleep to gather strength for the morning, for the morning will come. Brightly will it shine on the brave and true, the kindly, on all who suffer for the cause, and gloriously upon the tombs of heroes. Thus will shine the dawn." – Winston Churchill

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#67 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 7:40 PM

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I guess I feel like writing today!

I finished SassieGal's story. I know you said I could ignore the description on her look-up, but I liked the general idea, and decided to incorporate it.

Please let me know if anything needs to be changed!

EDIT: Note to self: Live later changed the pet's name to Brecklynn and species to Charlie.

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Brecklynn yawned as the twinkling morning sun gently woke her. Running a paw through her fur, she scratched her left ear, accidentally scaring away the small, yellow butterfly that had been resting there.

She flopped on her back and stretched her arms out, not caring about the haphazardly-balanced flower bundle nearly falling from her left ear or the lazy way her peace-sign necklace lolled about on her chest.

Her dearest friends came and curled up by her sides. A Vind snuggled underneath the shadow of her left ear; a Euphoric Worm curled around her tail; a Bumumble pushed into her side as he made himself comfortable against her warm stomach.

She was young and privileged, and she knew it. Having been born into a painfully wealthy family, Brecklynn saw what money could do for you. To her, it was an indication of loneliness and pain. She had left her family’s home when she was in her late teens, vowing to never let money control her. Every once in a while, though, she wondered if her parents even noticed her absence.

Shaking the insects from her sides, she stood up and took a stroll through the meadow. From her bag, she pulled out a freshly rolled rainbow herb, and put the toxic weed to her mouth. Technically, she knew about the dangers of indulging, but she was young and had nothing else to do with her days. She lit it with a match, and then waved the stick in the air to let it go out.

Inhaling the drug, she enjoyed the feeling it gave her and reveled in the distorted perception it gave her of the day. The colors tickled her sides, the scents of the flowers danced across the sky, and the taste of the summer day curled comfortably around her body.

A few feet away, she spotted the bright purple of a Xivara climbing up a blade of grass. She crouched down on all fours and leapt into the air, capturing the insect between her paws.

Pleased with her capture, she giggled to herself, her still-lit herb dangling dangerously from her lower lip. Who would want to deal with nannies and tutors and the bore of high-society life when she could entertain herself so easily with the natural wonders of the world?

She peered through her paws to get a look at her find, and … oops! The purple goop of the once-alive creature stuck to her hands like sin, and the giggles went away instantaneously.

Running her paws through the grass to get rid of the leftovers, she took a long draw of drugs into her system, and decided to let the powerful effects take away the thoughts of life and death. There she sat, slowly drifting away into the day.

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#68 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 9:52 PM

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#69 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 9:57 PM

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Yay, I'm glad you like!
Lot #4568162 is up.
Thank you!

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Just saw the edit on your second post. I haven't started on your story yet, and won't until I finish the commissions ahead of you. So you can add as many details as you like up until that point. Would you like me to ping you when I am ready to start writing yours?

And just to be clear: is Yugi-Oh intended to be a fan pet? I need to know if I should be doing a bit of research into the series.

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#70 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 10:40 PM

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@twocents Yes please because I'm probably going to end up adding / revising information.
Is Yugi-Oh a fan pet? No, at least not intentionally. I liked the idea of having a sort of gamer pet as I'm a gamer myself and I do play yugioh, so I don't mind if the yugioh world is incorporated in some way. But yugioh (game king) is a title, not the name of a character so I don't see how it could follow just one character. Except maybe Yugi or Yami/Other Yugi/Pharaoh/Atem as they're the main characters, and I think in the dubbed version Yami says at one point he was called yugioh. Oh well I'm rambling so I'll be quiet now.

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#71 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 10:45 PM

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Okay! I'll be sure to ping you when I am ready to start writing his story.

That's fine. If he's not intended to be a fan pet, then I won't write his story as if he was. (Bit easier for me, actually, since I like to do a lot of research to make sure I have all the details, names, places, etc. accurate for fan pets!) I do like the idea of incorporating the meaning of his name into a unique story, though. That's quite clever! He'll be a lot of fun to work with.

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#72 :: June 28th, 2010 @ 10:57 PM

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@twocents yeah I thought so too and his name, Yugi (also spelled Yuugi) means game or play and easily converts to Yugi-Oh. Oh and yeah researching would take ages especially since every story arch has some crazy plan to take over / destroy the world, having two characters sharing a body, switching back and forth, and talking to each other, Yami has no memories of his past until the last twenty episodes, ect.

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#73 :: June 29th, 2010 @ 8:24 PM

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Because I've enjoyed writing for all of you and hope you'll let me write for you again, I invited you to join a ping group for my commissions. Feel free to ignore, of course.

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I finished Princess Glacia's story.

The name of her land actually comes from a real name "Edelmira," which means "princess," with the "a" changed to an "e" to make the name sound more like a territory.

If you would like me to adjust anything, please let me know!

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Princess Glacia sat straight and stiff as a frozen tree. Poised like royalty should be, she listened calmly and quietly to her subject’s issues.

When her mother and father both passed in a tragic accident last year, she had taken over the duty of ruling the land of Edelmire. It was a small territory tucked back in the Arctic Frosts, but the people were good and kind, and Princess Glacia loved that she could call this place home.

One of her favorite duties occurred promptly at noon each day, when the doors would open and her subjects could stream in from the outdoors and share with her. Sometimes, they had woes that needed to be dealt with, but other times, they would tell her stories, praise her, or bring the castle gifts. She loved hearing about their lives, knowing that it meant they were well. It brought a swell of joy to her chest, seeing that her subjects admired and respected her enough to travel far just to hold council with her.

She was listening to a rancher explain how the recent, constant snows were scaring his Bovynes when the door to the hall burst open. Shaking the snow from her luscious, white fur, Princess Glacia’s pet Arctica slid across the marble floor. She raised her hand to silence the farmer, and said in musical tones, “I am so sorry to have to interrupt you. I’m afraid there seems to be an emergency that needs my immediate attention. My attendant,” she gestured to a small man standing off in the corner, “will make you comfortable until I return. I do wish to finish hearing about your complaint, but must postpone it for the time being. Please do excuse me.” With a flourish, she left the rancher and other waiting subjects as she followed her pet Della from the room.

Running a hand through Arctica’s damp fur, Princess Glacia noticed that her normally poised pet was shivering. “What is going on, poor thing?” she whispered to her. Artica’s wide, white eyes looked up at her and then down the castle’s left corridor. “Will you lead me?” Princess Glacia asked her faithful friend.

Arctica took slow steps down the hall, and Princess Glacia picked up her skirts and followed the Della. Turning corner after corner until even Glacia was lost, they soon heard stomping sounds echoing around the walls. Arctica began to shiver in fright, and Glacia cuddled her close to her chest.

She glanced around and guessed, by the darkness of the hall, that they were in a servants’ wing. Looking out a nearby window, she saw that this particular area went out into a garden, and thus, was likely close to the kitchens. Across the way, she could even see the servants’ entrance into the castle, and noted that the door was slightly ajar. Some unwelcome stranger must have entered the castle, and Princess Glacia knew she must keep her wits about her.

Proceeding with caution, Glacia shifted Arctica so she could hold the Della with one arm. Lifting a torch from the wall, she turned the corner, and to her astonishment, saw that the hall was crowded with Bovynes.

She let out an audible sigh – a bit unbecoming for a princess, actually – and nuzzled Arctica. She could make a guess at what occurred: the rancher must have decided to take things into his own hands, and let his herd into the castle to get out of the snow. How silly for him to think that no one would notice! Flitting back down the hall, Princess Glacia called out to a servant to find help and round up the Bovynes.

She shook her head in amusement, and knew that she shouldn’t have been so surprised. This was just one of the many things a princess must deal with!

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#74 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 10:28 AM

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Love it! Please let me know when you get a lot up for me to pay

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#75 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 11:29 AM

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Lot #4569462 is up! Thank you.
And don't go anywhere - I have your other stories done too. I just thought it'd be a little overwhelming to have all three in one post.

I pictured Skirt Chaser as suave, intelligent and seductive. I couldn't figure out a way to make his story laugh-out-loud funny without him coming across as ridiculous, which defeats the purpose of him being those other things. Instead, I tried to make him amusing in a more intelligent way. Please let me know if anything needs to be changed.

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Skirt Chaser strolled into the living room with a swagger normally reserved for movie stars. All eyes turned to him, but he had the class to not notice. His red robe hung dangerously off his shoulders, revealing an expansive, muscular chest.

He was, in a word, sex.

With the dark sky blotting out the rest of the daylight, it was a typical evening in Skirt Chaser’s mansion.

Across the room, he spotted the night’s prey, a beautiful redheaded woman with skin as pale as whipped cream. Her skin-tight green gown clung in all the right places and had a high slit on her left thigh, as if an arrow to what she could offer. Her make-up was a bit overdone with dark red lipstick and fake lashes, but in the dark room, it made her look mysterious and daring.

He sipped champagne and waited for the opportune moment to make his approach. The woman was arguing with a man – boyfriend, he supposed – who looked bulky in his tight clothes. He was graceless and in desperate need of a stylist, with his frumpy brown hair that looked like it hadn’t been brushed or washed in ages, dirty brown trench coat, and bright magenta shirt.

Skirt Chaser mentally wondered how such an ugly man had managed to convince such a beautiful woman to tolerate him, but seeing the way she angrily argued with him in rising whispers, it was clear that she was coming to her senses.

Just when the argument started to get embarrassing for the couple, Skirt Chase sidled over. He slung an arm around the slender woman’s waist, and nodded in greeting to the man.

“I know your reputation,” he snarled. “Get yer hands off my girl.”

Skirt Chaser took a bored sip from his drink, and then offered a dazzling smile. “It seemed to me like you were upsetting her. And I’d hate for a beautiful woman to have to spend one of my parties in tears.”

The woman’s eyes did seem bright, as if she had just been blinking back emotions, and she nuzzled into Skirt Chaser’s side. “Bug off,” she told her boyfriend. “I’d like to spend the night with a real man.”

This was clearly not the right thing to say, and Skirt Chaser mentally sighed. Damage control time. The boyfriend leaned over and ripped the woman from Skirt Chaser’s side. Before he could open his mouth to let out a threat, though, Skirt Chaser intervened.

“It seems to me like it’d be good for her to broaden her horizons by enjoying new experiences and becoming more educated,” he said with his hands up in the air, as if to signal that the woman’s whims didn’t make sense to him either.

“She could then pass on her knowledge and you two would enjoy an even more fruitful, exciting life together. But if you’re going to let a personal grudge against me hinder your relationship and cause emotional pain to your lovely lady here, I completely understand. Someone has to indulge in the sins of pride and greed and envy, after all. I won’t begrudge you for choosing to be that person.” Skirt Chaser let out an easy laugh, and swished away, going off to mingle with more guests.

After a minute, though, he heard the click-clack of high heels on wood floors, and felt the woman’s silky arm hook through his.

Works every time.

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#76 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 12:35 PM

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#77 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 1:38 PM

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Yup, slots are still open! I'll add you to the list. Thank you!

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I finished with all of User not found (1): _Jammin_'s commissions, so I'll be starting on yours tomorrow. If you need a few more days to refine the details, please let me know and I'll hold off.

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Yay, I'm glad you like.

And here is your final story. I had to look up Pet Semetary, so if some of the details are off, please let me know. I've never read the book or seen the movie before.
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My owners, the Creed family, had moved to a new home in Ludlow, Maine, where the five of us lived peacefully for a while. The property was large with plenty of room to poke a nose in here or explore a suspicious bit of grass there. Up on the edge of the property was a small pet cemetery, misspelled on the sign as “pet semetary,” that was kept up by the neighborhood children.

The humans seemed to dislike the area, but it didn’t bother me particularly. I had enjoyed exploring the land and did so often. However, one day, when crossing the street, a truck informed me that my nine lives had been used up.

My owner Louis and his dear friend Jud had carried my corpse through the pet semetary and into the woods beyond where the evil spirits of the Micmac Indians whispered unholy things to those who dared to venture through. They sang songs that captured your soul and bade you to listen whenever they wished to speak, to order you about.

I could feel them inside me, keeping my corpse animated, but my mind resisted. It couldn’t comprehend the changes my body experienced, and rewired itself to make sense of the situation.

It took me a bit, but I soon realized what I what my adjusted mind was thirsting for: blood. To have the sweet, pungent taste rolling down my tongue and throat in thick, gloppy drinks. Once I had this purpose instilled, I left the burial grounds and went out to satisfy this craving.

It was insatiable. Time after time, the crunch of bones, the small squeak of life leaving the body, the flesh tearing away, it was always exquisite. And I always wanted more. Not for food, mind you, but just so I could savor that feeling of life being crushed in my mouth and paws again and again. I kept a small collection of the best pieces – chicken leg, rat tail, batwing, raven claw, and fish head – near the spot where I had been buried.

I wove in and out of my owner’s home still, but ignored their attempts to play. They were never as satisfying as the kill, and served only to interfere.

One day, several months after being in this condition, I smelled something from Jud’s house. Something I could pounce on and play with.

Sneakily, I wandered over, not wanting to surprise the prey and lose it. Creeping through the house, I first encountered Louis. He waved a bloody, raw steak in front of my eyes and tossed it to the side. The thought of other prey left my mind, and I pounced and sank my fangs greedily into it.

As I chewed, a small sting bit into my backside, and as liquid poured into my veins, consciousness slipped from my mind.

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#78 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 4:05 PM

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I can not believe you have never seen it,lol! Anyways, the cat in the movie is called Church but it is supposed to be short for Winston Churchill so I will likely put that at the beginning of the story somehow, maybe something like Name-Winston Churchill(Church for short). Would that be alright?

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#79 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 4:08 PM

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I'm glad you liked it! Lot #4569461 is up.

Yeah, that's fine! I tried to figure out a way to incorporate the nickname, but since I wrote it in first person, I couldn't figure out a way to do so without it being awkward.

Thank you again for all of the commissions, and I hope I get to write for you again sometime.

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#80 :: June 30th, 2010 @ 4:09 PM

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I actually have another if you would want to do it

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