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Hey guys, it's Zoe here, the co-owner of Rehome a Pet!
I'm here to do a fundraiser :3
Yayayay!
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Okay, so I'll write pet stories, merchant/rancher stories, showroom/gallery stories, fanfiction things, etc. etc.
Uh, examples?
...yeah.
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Showroom/gallery example:
Your walking around, and suddenly you hear this screeching coming from above. You shiver. You came here to do something, and you will do it. You never break promises, do you? Their was a scream coming within the prison, and you glance longingly back at your caravan, about 100m down the road, if you could call it a road. You creep towards the prison, and as you sneak from bush to bush, you see a sign, it was reading : 'Zoe's Showroom.' It could have been more scarier, couldn't it? You walk more easily towards the door, and you quickly run over to the door, and yanked it. It was locked. Oh, great, you think, just what you need. A locked door. You look around the door, and find there's a sign saying: 'Stick your hand in.' You stick your hand in, and you hear a swipe of claws, and your hand starts to sting. You take your hand back, and instantly the doors unlock. You glance down at your hand, and it's covered with blood. You walk in, frightened at what might've done that. You look back at the door, and you see a black Zaphao shutting the doors. One of it's front paws is red. That's who did something to you. You quickly walk down a dark hallway, when you see something gray and shiny, running down the hallway. It runs up to you, and it looks almost the same as that black one back at the doors. Except, this one looked infinity younger. You walk down to where this Zaphao wants to take you, and you find a lighter hallway, where these beautiful pets, are chained to the walls. Some of the most beautiful ones were the ones that had been turned feral, clawing at you, screeching at you. You shed a tear for the poor, cruelly kept pets. Then their owner came. "Shut up!" She growled. They all fell quiet. "So, you got past the front gate, eh?" She smiled as she looked at you hand. You feel queasy, as she had treated these beautiful pets horribly. Zoe saw how frightened you were of her, and smiled. "It's not how I treat them that makes them like this, it's what I don't do." With that, she walked off.
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Fanfiction thing:
The black haired boy made his way through his house, hiding behind doors, tip-toeing as quietly as he could through the deathly silent dark house, hiding from his father. If you were there and didn't know the family, it would've seemed like a harmless game of Hide and Seek between father and son. It was so much more. To Severus, it was a game of Hide or Get Your Ass Whooped You're Going To Wish You Weren't Born, but Severus already wished he wasn't born. But still, he moved on. Desperate to get to the kitchen where his mother was, his mother would keep him safe. She hated when Mr Snape hit Severus.
He could see the light of the kitchen, he looked behind him, and took a step closer. Nothing happened. He moved his foot closer when all of a sudden his foot dragged on the wooden ground and Severus fell, he threw his arms out in front of him and landed on his hands; and just as quickly as he fell, he got back up. He glanced at his red wood burnt hands and stopped breathing. He looked around, it didn't seem as if Father had heard him. He took a step closer towards the kitchen and the floor creaked. Severus's breath hitched in his throat when he heard a footstep down the end of the corridor, behind him.
"Severus boy. Where are you?" His father cooed to him, venom laced in his voice. Severus heard another footsteps, and then a growl.
"Ah, there you are. Do you know what day it is, boy?" Mr Snape spat at him. "Do you? It's the day that 11 year old witches and wizards get their acceptance letter. And I. Don't. See. Yours." With the last sentence, Mr Snape lurched forward and chased after Severus. Severus leaped forward, and he turned into the kitchen. The deathly quiet kitchen, no lights, no mother. Severus started crying as he searched desperately for that acceptance letter. His mother wasn't here, she died. He got a burst of hope in his chest as he spotted the enevelope on the table, but by now it was too late.
Mr Snape grabbed the collar of Severus, just as he frantically grabbed the Hogwarts letter, but it slipped through his finger tips.
"I don't see any letter in your hands, you squib." Mr Snape snarled at him, dropping Severus to the ground, before kicking him in the side and stalking out of the room. Severus was shaking violently before he got an idea. He snatched the letter off the table.
Severus quietly walked out of the kitchen towards his bedroom, hope in his heart.
He had gotten a Hogwarts letter.
He had escaped his fathers punishment.
It was Severus' lucky day.
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I can't find any examples of a pet page story so yeah. I did do one or two for multiple people, but I can't remember who!
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The form:
Username:
Type (Rancher, fanfiction etc.):
Main character (Pet, celebrity etc.):
Details:
Other:
Tip (only if you really want to):
Price:
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Okay, prices, yeah?
Merchant/Rancher introductions = 500k
Showroom/Gallery deions = 700k
Pet page story = 1mil
Fanfiction things = 1mil
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I'm only having 5 slots to start, yeah?
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