If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: SPAM IS MEANT FOR A CAN You awoke today to find a private message in your inbox full of glitchy text from an unreadable username. It doesn't seem to be from @ADMIN, and it's doubtful that any of your fellow unfortunate survivalists have the ability to send a bunch of garbage text from a dummy username. Any attempts to contact the sender of the message only yield silence.
Perhaps your friends on the network will have a better idea of what's going on.
TWO: DING DONG PING PONG You found an app on an SD card that lets you play a game--the app simply refers to it as "game," but those who are familiar with Earth's gaming history will recognize it as Pong. The graphics have been updated, but the mechanics are as simple as ever. Just bounce the ball back and forth and try to hit it past your opponent. This version lets you play with a friend over the network and supports chat simultaneously, so you can video or voice chat while playing with someone!
Or you can use text, but that would probably be inconvenient while you're trying to play.
Action Prompts
THREE: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE The blizzard has been raging worse than usual for nearly a week now, making travel incredibly dangerous. You and your travelling companion have been stuck in the same house since the weather went out of control, and it's starting to have an effect. While you've not yet succumb to the dangerous fugue that would lead you out into the snow, cabin fever is definitely starting to set in for you...and whoever you're stuck with.
As long as you keep telling yourself the eyes on the walls aren't real. You're the only one who can see them, after all.
FOUR: A TENT-ATIVE FRIENDSHIP Everything has locked down for the night, and it looks like you're trapped outside. This almost certainly means death, but maybe you don't have to take it lying down. You walk for a while, and--what's that? Through the snow, the light of your tablet faintly illuminates the shape of a tent. It seems someone else is stuck out here, too, but they've been luckier in their searches than you.
Time to go see if they'll take pity on you for the night. You probably don't have much longer otherwise...
Doesn't anyone have any better games around here? You can only play Pong so many times before it gets old. I feel like I'm going to die from boredom.
Seriously, what kind of messed up place is this? We have modern tablets but can't even get a game more recent than the seventies?? Can't we at least have Tetris?
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[Why the hell did he wait so long to find shelter?! Haseo silently curses himself as he trudges through the snow, hugging himself tightly to try and ignore the biting cold of several dozen belt buckles pressed against bare skin. Even the coat can only do so much. He really needs to get a new outfit.
He's in such a daze from the cold that he doesn't actually notice the tent. Instead, he walks right into it. Hope you weren't keeping anything fragile in there. At least he stops and backs up once he realizes he's literally stomping all over his only chance of salvation.]
That would be nice, wouldn't it? My friend has a different game, but I'm not sure what it's called. You control a yellow circle with a mouth and eat dots. I'm not very good at it.
Sounds like Pac-Man. Well, at least that's a little bit better...
Any chance we can upload these to the network somehow? [is he desperate enough for entertainment to hunt someone down just to play a round of Pac-Man? Possibly, but he isn't about to admit it if he doesn't have to.]
[Thanks for barging into his tent and knocking over the only source of light (and heat!) around for miles, Haseo. Grumbling curses under his breath and batting out the flames with a scrap of fabric he'd been using as a makeshift blanket, Killua pulls it away and what remains of it is a charred, smoky mess. Perfect.
Bitter and huffy, Killua can hardly manage a proper sentence without his teeth chattering, staring up at the perpetrator with a deep scowl on his face.]
Hey, watch it! You know how long it took to find this damn candle?
Uh, sorry... [He's already repeating himself, but hey, at least he means it. Seriously, he is mourning that blanket right along with him. How the hell did this little kid even find a tent and candles? Is Haseo's luck just that bad? Where the hell are all the good supplies hiding??
That aside, he is... standing awkwardly at the front of the tent, halfway inside. He's aware that he probably just screwed up any chances of getting on this kid's good side, but that doesn't mean he's about to give up. This is his only real chance.]
... Soooo, looks like you have a lot of room in there. [an incredibly subtle approach]
[Damn it. This guy looked far worse for wear than he did, and although Killua reaaally shouldn’t be feeling bad for him right about now, he kind of is. He can’t say he’d do much better with frostbitten feet, having walked mile after mile through the snow and vicious winds. This guy was probably no different.
He’s already halfway inside, anyway. What kind of person would he be if he turned away someone who seemed largely harmless? And hell, maybe this guy could be of some use.]
Looks that way, doesn't it. Tell you what, I’ll bargain with you. What’ve you got on you? Food? Tools? If you’re going to be completely useless, I’m not letting you in here.
[Haseo sighs, though he can't say this outcome was entirely unexpected. Of course most people would be willing to help as long as he did something for them...
Though it's kind of embarrassing to admit how little he's found, despite how much time he wasted searching. He shuffles his feet awkwardly (and probably ends up spilling a bit of snow into the tent).]
I've got some... stuff. [assorted "stuff", a small amount of rations, a couple of actually useful items that he's not too eager to part with, and...] If you need a belt, I've got plenty.
[Not that he really needs to say that, since... well. Just look at this kid.]
[Great, more snow is just what he needed. With a reasonable stockpile of food squirrelled away in one corner of the tent, Killua figures this guy isn’t just going to leave. Admittedly, it’s more than enough for two people.]
...Stuff.
[Stuff. That’s not encouraging at all. The guy clearly has a belt or 50 to spare, but how helpful are those going to be?
Fuck it, he’s letting out all the warm air just standing there anyway. Begrudgingly, Killua motions for Haseo to get his ass in the tent before the storm picks up again.]
Keep your belts. I’ll let you stay under one condition– after the storm ends, you’re carrying all of this back to town... wherever the hell it is.
[Guess what also burnt up along with the blanket? Killua's only map. The next few days should be fun.]
[ Yes, excellent, way to back up after already kicking the tent's occupant in the face!!
Needless to say, Rhys is perturbed. And bleeding profusely from the nose. This is a regular occurrence for him, but he's more worked up than usual. Being (sorta) alone in a flimsy tent will do that to you.
A head pokes out of the tent's entrance. Crooked earmuffs + a makeshift eyepatch bandage = clearly, Haseo has stumbled upon someone with his shit together. Aha. Ahahaha. ]
[Would you rather he just stay there, stomping all over your tent and face?? Although he does feel bad for breaking this guy's nose now, too. Whoops.]
Sh-shut up, the wind was in my eyes! [Yeah, that's it. Definitely the wind. Even though it's blowing in from behind him and not in front, let's just ignore that fact...] A-anyway, it's still standing, right? So everything's fine. Calm down.
Oh, yeah, that's great. Your foot rearranged my face and this thing probably isn't going to keep me alive through the night but hey, it's standing. Everything is SUPER FINE.
[ He sniffles, very conscious of how hot the blood is as it trickles down his frozen face. ]
I said I'm sorry, alright?! It's not like I walked into you on purpose, maybe you shouldn't have set up your stupid tent in the middle of the road! [Haseo's face would probably be red, if it weren't for how damn cold everything is out here. He might be getting a bit flustered.] Just... put a cloth under it, or something! It's just a broken nose!
[As for that "invitation", he is sure as hell pouncing on it before Rhys can change his mind. He forces his freezing, leatherbound legs to move, stomping up to the tent entrance stiffly.]
[Quick reflexes save Vorin's sewing kit from being stepped on and his armor from being kicked aside. He had heard this person coming, had decided to leave the tent flaps unzipped for his own reasons (to help, but also in preparation of a fight), but he hadn't been expecting such a clumsy entrance.
The enormous ram-person taking up a good 60% of the entire tent gives Haseo a carefully measured look in response to the admittedly silly question. Your clothing choices are horrible and you should be ashamed of them!!....is what he thinks but doesn't say, which is funny coming from the person who decided to repair the tunic under his armor now of all times, meaning he's currently shirtless at dangerously low temperatures.]
[Haseo can't even comprehend the stupidity of his own question because all he can think about is—]
Holy crap, is that a giant ram?! [THIS ISN'T THE INTERNET WHY ARE THERE FURRIES HERE...
Only after that embarrassing outburst does it occur to him that this ram-person can probably understand him, judging from how he's... bipedal, and seems to be wearing pants? So he's probably from some kind of ram-person planet, like how The World had giant dog people and cat people and that was supposed to be normal.
... is it racist to assume he needs to be bipedal and wear pants to be sentient? Man, he really needs to get used to all this weird alternate dimension stuff.]
Uh. [right, he's still standing here staring like an idiot. Haseo clears his throat.] Hey. Do you have... room?
[That's... a pretty legitimate question, considering how much space this guy is taking up on his own.]
[FURSONAS ARE FOR HAIRLESS LOSERS DREAMING OF WHAT THEY CAN NEVER BE!!!
In truth, they shouldn't be able to understand each other. Vorin's people had their own language and he never learned any other. Having only spent roughly a day on Earth, he barely recognized English as a human dialect. But, that's something to question at a time when neither of them are stuck in a canvas tent during a snow-choked night.]
Just enough. [A gesture.] Sit.
[And he picks up his sewing again, returning to the struggle of holding a needle and thread in hands that are far too big for the job.]
[He hesitates for a moment before stepping all the way inside. It's hard not to be at least a little intimidated by a giant goat man... but it's not like he has any choice but to trust him right now. He picks a corner by the entrance to sit down, zipping up the flap behind him.]
Yeah. Are there humans where you come from, too, or...?
[He trails off a bit, staring at Vorin's attempt at "sewing". The comparative size difference is kind of hilarious.] ... Do you need some help with that?
Is that your only definition of a game? There are many games one can play without the use of these tablets. Word games, riddles, drawing games, these have existed since what you would call antiquity.
We could play one of these if you like.
[Yes, he certainly did just pull a "kids these days..." in a way.]
So what, I'm supposed to be happy with this lame excuse for a game because it's a "gift"? Get real. I found it lying around in an empty house, someone probably just forgot it there.
[ If you were nearby, you would hear the audible 'hmph' as the girl read his message. How incredibly rude of him to get something good and ask for more. ]
Of course you are. It could have been no game at all. Are you worried I'm going to beat you at this old game?
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2! @lockhart; text (also HASEOOOO)
[Great description, Tifa.]
HELLO
Any chance we can upload these to the network somehow? [is he desperate enough for entertainment to hunt someone down just to play a round of Pac-Man? Possibly, but he isn't about to admit it if he doesn't have to.]
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Bitter and huffy, Killua can hardly manage a proper sentence without his teeth chattering, staring up at the perpetrator with a deep scowl on his face.]
Hey, watch it! You know how long it took to find this damn candle?
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That aside, he is... standing awkwardly at the front of the tent, halfway inside. He's aware that he probably just screwed up any chances of getting on this kid's good side, but that doesn't mean he's about to give up. This is his only real chance.]
... Soooo, looks like you have a lot of room in there. [an incredibly subtle approach]
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He’s already halfway inside, anyway. What kind of person would he be if he turned away someone who seemed largely harmless? And hell, maybe this guy could be of some use.]
Looks that way, doesn't it. Tell you what, I’ll bargain with you. What’ve you got on you? Food? Tools? If you’re going to be completely useless, I’m not letting you in here.
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Though it's kind of embarrassing to admit how little he's found, despite how much time he wasted searching. He shuffles his feet awkwardly (and probably ends up spilling a bit of snow into the tent).]
I've got some... stuff. [assorted "stuff", a small amount of rations, a couple of actually useful items that he's not too eager to part with, and...] If you need a belt, I've got plenty.
[Not that he really needs to say that, since... well. Just look at this kid.]
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...Stuff.
[Stuff. That’s not encouraging at all. The guy clearly has a belt or 50 to spare, but how helpful are those going to be?
Fuck it, he’s letting out all the warm air just standing there anyway. Begrudgingly, Killua motions for Haseo to get his ass in the tent before the storm picks up again.]
Keep your belts. I’ll let you stay under one condition– after the storm ends, you’re carrying all of this back to town... wherever the hell it is.
[Guess what also burnt up along with the blanket? Killua's only map. The next few days should be fun.]
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[ Yes, excellent, way to back up after already kicking the tent's occupant in the face!!
Needless to say, Rhys is perturbed. And bleeding profusely from the nose. This is a regular occurrence for him, but he's more worked up than usual. Being (sorta) alone in a flimsy tent will do that to you.
A head pokes out of the tent's entrance. Crooked earmuffs + a makeshift eyepatch bandage = clearly, Haseo has stumbled upon someone with his shit together. Aha. Ahahaha. ]
Are you blind?!
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Sh-shut up, the wind was in my eyes! [Yeah, that's it. Definitely the wind. Even though it's blowing in from behind him and not in front, let's just ignore that fact...] A-anyway, it's still standing, right? So everything's fine. Calm down.
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[ He sniffles, very conscious of how hot the blood is as it trickles down his frozen face. ]
Are you just going to stand out there??
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[As for that "invitation", he is sure as hell pouncing on it before Rhys can change his mind. He forces his freezing, leatherbound legs to move, stomping up to the tent entrance stiffly.]
No. [now move over so he can get inside]
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Which means: death.
[ He elongtates the thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but moves out of the way so Haseo can smoosh his bebelted ass into the little tent. ]
When this is over I am forwarding you the medical bills.
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The enormous ram-person taking up a good 60% of the entire tent gives Haseo a carefully measured look in response to the admittedly silly question. Your clothing choices are horrible and you should be ashamed of them!!....is what he thinks but doesn't say, which is funny coming from the person who decided to repair the tunic under his armor now of all times, meaning he's currently shirtless at dangerously low temperatures.]
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Holy crap, is that a giant ram?! [THIS ISN'T THE INTERNET WHY ARE THERE FURRIES HERE...
Only after that embarrassing outburst does it occur to him that this ram-person can probably understand him, judging from how he's... bipedal, and seems to be wearing pants? So he's probably from some kind of ram-person planet, like how The World had giant dog people and cat people and that was supposed to be normal.
... is it racist to assume he needs to be bipedal and wear pants to be sentient? Man, he really needs to get used to all this weird alternate dimension stuff.]
Uh. [right, he's still standing here staring like an idiot. Haseo clears his throat.] Hey. Do you have... room?
[That's... a pretty legitimate question, considering how much space this guy is taking up on his own.]
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In truth, they shouldn't be able to understand each other. Vorin's people had their own language and he never learned any other. Having only spent roughly a day on Earth, he barely recognized English as a human dialect. But, that's something to question at a time when neither of them are stuck in a canvas tent during a snow-choked night.]
Just enough. [A gesture.] Sit.
[And he picks up his sewing again, returning to the struggle of holding a needle and thread in hands that are far too big for the job.]
And yes, I'm a ram. You're a human?
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Yeah. Are there humans where you come from, too, or...?
[He trails off a bit, staring at Vorin's attempt at "sewing". The comparative size difference is kind of hilarious.] ... Do you need some help with that?
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We could play one of these if you like.
[Yes, he certainly did just pull a "kids these days..." in a way.]
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I guess it might kill some time. Sure, why not. Got any ideas?
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What word would you use in place of "antiquity", however?
2! text; @nishikino
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[so instead of a gift, it's... stealing...]
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Of course you are. It could have been no game at all. Are you worried I'm going to beat you at this old game?
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Why would I be worried? I could play a game like this in my sleep.
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