Neopets Knockoff

[glasses04]

Hello friends! I'm trying to find this website that was extremely similar to Neopets that I played for a short amount of time about 10 years ago. It was pretty much a knockoff of Neopets & you could have pets that were cats & dogs & I think there was a panda & a bunch of other animals. As I recall it was a lot smaller than Neopets and not as much fun. I remember there was something about a radioactive place or some sort of nuclear waste place? I'm not entirely sure there...

 

The reason I'm trying to find it is because there were player-written books & I wrote one that was "published." It was called something like "A Heart of Gold" and I think it was a poem. I'm just trying to find that book because it was kind of cute, even though it was written by 10-year-old me which means it's probably pretty embarassing!

 

If anyone else played this game & remembers the name, let me know! Thanks! ^^

[Tank Girl]

I wish I could help you cause that website sounds pretty cool! I have no idea though..

 

I hate not being able to remember the name of something! Hope you find it ^_^

[Luciana]

http://www.powerpets.com/

Your description kind of sounds like this site!

[glasses04]

Phew! Problem solved! It was called "Power Pets" - alright, solved my own issue!

 

And thanks Tank Girl! ^^

 

Oh, haha, Luciana I wish I saw your post before I conducted my furious Googling! Thank you so much for your help! You were totally right! xD

 

 

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[Alexandria Patton]

Would it happen to be Marapets? That is the only spin off of Neopets, I remember ever going to.

Best of luck!

[Luciana]

Haha. We nearly posted at the same time. :P Congrats on finding the site!

[glasses04]

Now to raise enough Power Bucks to buy my book! If only I could remember my old password... Kind of strange that the site doesn't have a "Forgot your Password?" option! xP

 

Oh geez... I forgot about these stories they had on the site... Went to read one & got halfway through but had to stop because I know I won't be able to stop crying!

 

 

See if this link works:

http://www.powerpets.com/city/library/welcome.asp?nocache=394.314

 

Under "Library Information" - Ode to Max, How Could You?, & Shelter Dog Christmas Poem.

 

 

(And sorry for the double-posting - I keep forgetting that!)

 

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[Luciana]

My activation level is only at level 5 and it needs to be level 8 before I can go to the library and it wont let me raise my activation level until tomorrow. :-(

You should copy and paste the stories here. c: Including yours once you buy it!

[glasses04]

Good idea Luciana! Prepare for some heart-wrenching poems...

 

*****

 

Ode to Max

 

My master's gone, I'm lost, alone

I can barely see and neither can he

 

Some boys approach me, will they take me home?

Do they have toys or maybe a bone?

 

I have my lead on, but can hardly walk

Maybe they have just come to talk

 

They pull me and push me, I don't want to go

No strength to resist, I follow their flow

 

I'm lost and confused, being pushed around

Can't see the sky, can't feel the ground

 

A shiver runs through me, I'm cold and wet

A weight put upon me, and I cannot flee

 

Ice water surrounds me, rocks piled on top

Is this stream my deathbed, will they ever stop?

 

I hear their laughing, while I try to cry

These boulders captivate me, I don't want to die

 

Eighteen years of pleasure and joy pass away

Alone in this cold place, the end of my days

 

A voice comes closer, this one does not laugh

crying out for me, rescue from above

 

His shouting and screaming, fall on deaf ears

He carries me, holds me, his eyes filled with tears

 

A halt in his step, he heads toward home

My last moments here, cold, but not alone

 

I'm dried in the kitchen, and wrapped with cloth

For hours I shiver, but hear soft voices of love

 

The vet's arrival, first joy then despair

for I will not make it, my last breath of air

 

My tireless rescuers, they tried but to no use

My time here cut short, another victim of abuse

 

Altered version Copyright © 2004 - Powerpets.com Original work Copyright © 2004 - Pauline A. Pedley All rights reserved. Poem may be reprinted in it's entirety, provided copyright notice is not removed or altered. Poem was altered with permission.

 

*****

 

How Could You?

 

By Jim Willis, 2001

 

Pre-note from Powerpets: This story was one of the first incentives to create Powerpets, to bring attention and awareness to animals

 

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

 

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

 

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

 

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

 

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

 

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

 

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."

 

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

 

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

 

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

 

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

 

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

 

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

 

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

 

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

 

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

 

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

 

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

 

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

 

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

 

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

 

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

 

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis

 

*****

 

Shelter Dog's Christmas Poem

 

'Tis the night before Christmas,

and all through the town,

every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,

Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,

we hope every minute that someone will care,

They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,

"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!"

But now we sit here and think of the days..

we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways,

Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -

now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.

So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,

they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?

We "jump on the children", "don't come when they call",

we "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall.

 

We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,

now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.

If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...

we'd have done what they asked us, and worshipped them, too.

We were left in the backyard, or worse - let to roam

now we're tired, and so lonely, and out of a home.

They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...

"Maybe someone else will give you a try."

So now here we are, all confused and alone...

in a shelter with others who long for a home.

 

The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,

with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,

They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...

we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.

We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..

of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds!

Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears --

our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.

 

If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn

could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?

We count on your kindness each day of the year --

can you give more than hope to everyone here?

Please make a donation to pay for the heat...

and help get us something special to eat.

The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,

and more of us will, if more people will give.

 

*****

 

Took me forever to get my Activation Level up high enough to read this book but here's my poem! Looks like a lot of it has to do with the Power Pets site itself, like the places and whatnot. Again, keep in mind I wrote this when I was around 10 years old! ^^

 

Poem - A Heart of Gold

Author: glasses04

 

I love my little Red Fox,

She's as happy as can be.

But when she gets all sad again,

She comes and plays with me.

 

We frolic through the flowers,

In the Northern Woods.

And when we're tired we play,

With Padam's stolen goods.

 

When we go to East New Barkston,

We play up on the land.

Throwing frisbees, catching balls,

And laying in the sand.

 

We went down to the pawnshop,

In the Chinatown.

We traded all our junk,

Then headed to the pound.

 

At the pound we saw,

Many little faces.

Some were going back and forth,

Taking little paces.

 

My little Red Fox insisted on,

Buying another lot.

So we got a Panda so she could play,

Whilst I could not.

 

One day we were playing,

At the lake in NNB.

The Panda swam off too far,

So far we could not see.

 

When I was reading the paper,

On the front page there was,

A picture of our Panda,

All happy just because.

 

He's got a new owner now,

All happy and all wild.

But my Red Fox is happy too,

Because again she's an only child.

 

She's sleeping in her bed right now,

Snoring through her lip.

Probably dreaming about what we'll do,

On tomorrow's trip.

 

I know that when I am sad,

She'll come because she's bold.

She's got a tail of red and white,

And a heart that's made of gold.

[Khelddar]

just looked it up, looks ok but i dont think ill start playing