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: LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME Something about the light of the tablet just seems so alluring. You feel compelled to it, checking the network every free moment, and getting agitated when you can't; you need to talk to people, you need to talk to them now, and hopefully they'll actually respond. Maybe others are having similar attachment problems...
Only one way to find out.
TWO: CAN WE GET ANOTHER LIFELINE OR TWO? So that's it. You're stuck. Maybe there's some kind of a coded message you simply can't decipher. Maybe it's as simple as something's blocking your way and you've got a few tools scattered around, but you can't figure out how to use them to solve whatever puzzle is keeping you from progressing. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Either way, you have no idea how to get around it.
Luckily for you, there's a whole network full of helpful - or maybe unhelpful - souls. Perhaps it's time to ask for some assistance? Someone else is bound to have some kind of insight.
Action Prompts
THREE: SWING BATTER BATTER SWING BATTER BATTER SWING The toy store is nice and cozy, even though sometimes it feels like the dolls are watching you. So you've stayed here for just a little too long, and you're starting to notice... things. But that's just your imagination, right? They can't actually be watching you. They can't actually be moving, either. That door opening? Those footsteps? Maybe they're just a figment of your imagination.
...or maybe they're not. Maybe you should take a baseball bat to whoever that is and find out.
FOUR: A FATAL FUGUE Sunset is fast approaching. You can see some buildings up ahead - if you hurry, you'll make it indoors just in time. But wait! Do you hear someone calling for help and feel compelled to investigate? Do you feel a debilitating headache coming on? Or do you suddenly get a really, really bad feeling about actually walking through those doors?
If you don't snap out of it, it could be deadly. Luckily, there's someone already in that house that might be able to drag you to safety, with or without your approval.
[The video starts off pointing at a door with a combination keypad lock on it. There's a confusing line of numbers and symbols written on the door in what might be sharpie.]
So. I've been trying to break into this for about eight years.
[Fiona's voice is low and exasperated. She's never exactly been a codebreaker, but she didn't think it would be this much of a headache. She turns the tablet, giving the network a glimpse of her face before she holds up a scrap of paper, where it's obvious she was trying to figure out the combination. It's mostly frustrated scribbles and unfinished guesses, though. She sighs, apparently accepting defeat.]
Look, I don't know what I'm doing. Anyone have any ideas?
Action - 4
[It's almost lockdown, if the way Fiona's tablet is practically screaming at her is any indication. There's a house not far off, and, blessing of all blessings, it looks pretty big and in great shape. Not half collapsed, not surrounded by rubble, and hey - if her luck holds, maybe it won't be filled with creepy shit, either.
Snow is coming down heavily, the wind is terrible and the flakes are heavy and wet, sticking to her lashes and hair and making her feel even more cold than she usually does. Which she didn't think was possible. You learn something new every day in this place, apparently. But she's almost home free, and she's so ready to get inside, even if it's still freezing. At least she won't be wet.
That's when it hits her. Something she can't quite place, an intense wrongness that settles over her and makes dread curl in her gut. It's something about the house -- suddenly, every instinct she has is screaming at her to keep going, to find another place to stay even if they've only got a few minutes to search.
Fiona stops so abruptly she likely slams right into whoever she's traveling with. She's not one to get creeped out easily, but this is far more serious than that, and she's not used to ignoring her gut feelings.]
Hey!
[She raises her voice, yelling to be heard over the howl of the wind.]
[ Is this worth it. Is it worth sacrificing some of Angel's dignity for this.
The scribbledicks say probably not. BUT SHE'S GOING FOR IT ANYWAY. ]
Okay, er - considering the symbols, and extrapolating a - a rough estimate of the artist's level of maturity from those... have you. Have you tried eight-zero-zero-eight-one-three-five?
[Ion has never had the best of constitutions--and that's putting it lightly. This weather takes a toll on small, frail body on a regular basis. But these all-day, near-lockdown rushes to find safety? He just can't take it.
Even with his staff to utilize as a walking stick, by the time he and Fiona come across a building, he's all but seeing spots, his breath erratic. He could collapse inside right now--he needs to. Sadly, he doesn't have the opportunity to feel relief that they can rest before she's suggesting that they keep going.]
Somewhere else? Why?
[His voice is soft normally, so she may have trouble hearing, but he projects best as he can--before all but doubling over against his staff, clutching it tightly and swaying.]
[It's hard to travel with Ion for any length of time and not notice his health issues. She's tried to be aware of it and accommodate for it, but sometimes with the weather it's just hard to get to a house with significant time to spare.
Fiona glances over at him, and it's impossible to miss how poorly he's doing. They should just head for that house. She believes him when he says he might not make it to the next one. Still.]
I've got a bad feeling. I think something's wrong.
[Even as she says it, she knows how vague and unconvincing it sounds.]
[Ion closes his eyes, trying to focus on her words. He just looks like he's in pain, but this is certainly not intentional. If he had his way, he'd be much more capable of taking care of himself. He wouldn't need to drag her down.]
...alright.
[It takes him a moment that seems to stretch on for painful hours before he manages to say what he has to say. Struggling, Ion tightens his grip on his staff and straightens his posture. He stumbles as he takes a step forward, but catches himself.]
If you think something's wrong then I...I trust you.
[Somehow, he manages to pull a smile on his sad, tired face.]
[He trusts her, huh? No pressure. Fiona hesitates for a split second, glancing from Ion back to the house. If he's fast enough, there's another building about a hundred yards away that they can get to. If he's fast enough. And their only other option is that house, which is striking her as more and more creepy by the second. Just for an instant, she thinks she sees something move in the window. Maybe just another person. She's not willing to take her chances.
Fiona turns to Ion, plastering a cheerful, calm expression on her face.]
No big deal! We'll get to the next one. We have a few minutes. It'll be fine!
[Optimism! Confidence! Even if she's not feeling it completely, she can at least convince him that she is. And then, she sets off, trying to keep her pace measured even as the tablet continues to flash. She glances back at him, just to make sure she won't have to help him through the snow.]
Wow, that's giving you trouble? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to imply that you're stupid or anything- no, wait, scratch that. That's exactly what I'm implying here.
[Dying would honestly be preferable to being stuck in this town with Jack. She's rolling her eyes as hard as she can manage, which probably looks pretty ridiculous.]
I forgot part of that message, huh? "Anyone but Jack." Really appreciate the input, though.
[ It is - as usual - fucking freezing. Vriska's twiggy adolescent ass is this close to just falling right off, the tablet warnings are getting really annoying, and now Weird Human Adult With Hat is acting like a wiggler.
Things Vriska does not care about at the moment: people finding fault with this perfectly ordinary shelter, and Hat Lady's survival.
Things Vriska does care about at the moment: the fact that she ate all her own rations already and was maybe kind of counting on Hat Lady for a freebie meal.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. ]
Are you spongedead? Or just completely blind and also deaf to the whole get the fuck inside or die thing? Tell me! I am absolutely the most curious. We have all the time in the world!
[This kid... thing... alien, whatever. Slowly shaving years off of Fiona's life by the second, she can feel it. And Fiona is definitely not sharing her rations. She lets out an aggravated noise, turning to face Vriska and trying to ignore how disconcerting she still finds the kid's appearance. Planting her hands on her hips, she narrows her eyes and does her best to keep herself from shivering.]
Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.
Fine, bro. Sis? Whichever. I'll do that! There ain't nothing to be scared of.
[ She flips Fiona the bird and stomps towards the door, finger waggling as impudently as possible. After turning the handle she kicks the door open, offers a douchey little salute, and steps inside.
The second she's out of sight she starts screaming. These aren't fun screams. These are the kind of screams that say HOLY SHIT I HAVE STUMBLED UPON A DEN OF WILD ANIMALS AND THEY ARE EATING MY FACE. ]
[Whatever, weird troll thing, get yourself killed, SEE IF SHE CARES.
Fiona waits, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest and wondering how a... six year old? She still not too clear on that. How a six year old could be so horrifically obnoxious.
Still. She's a kid, so there's a part of her that instinctively forces her to watch even as Vriska salutes and enters the house.
And then Vriska starts screaming, and Fiona doesn't even think before taking off in her direction, moving as fast as the thick snow will let her. She doesn't have a plan, and she knows that those monsters everyone is talking about are pretty unbeatable, but she'll figure something out, and if it's a human, her chances are even better! Yeah! So she'll just push aside that immediate panic and focus on doing something instead as she reaches the door.]
Meaning she's lying on the floor of the entryway, tongue lolling out of her mouth and her shitty homemade spear tucked under her arm in the worst attempt at portraying a murder ever. It's stupid as fuck, and she only manages to keep it up for a few seconds before bursting into screechy laughter.
She a shit. ]
Haha, oh my god! What a sucker. What a dope. What an unbelievable gullible chumpy chump! There ain't nothing here, grubtard. Check it out!
[ And the only way to demonstrate this is for her to roll all the way from one end of the entryway to the other, finishing with a little wave as she reclines in a classic 'draw me like one of your french trolls' pose.
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Fiona | Tales from the Borderlands
[The video starts off pointing at a door with a combination keypad lock on it. There's a confusing line of numbers and symbols written on the door in what might be sharpie.]
So. I've been trying to break into this for about eight years.
[Fiona's voice is low and exasperated. She's never exactly been a codebreaker, but she didn't think it would be this much of a headache. She turns the tablet, giving the network a glimpse of her face before she holds up a scrap of paper, where it's obvious she was trying to figure out the combination. It's mostly frustrated scribbles and unfinished guesses, though. She sighs, apparently accepting defeat.]
Look, I don't know what I'm doing. Anyone have any ideas?
Action - 4
[It's almost lockdown, if the way Fiona's tablet is practically screaming at her is any indication. There's a house not far off, and, blessing of all blessings, it looks pretty big and in great shape. Not half collapsed, not surrounded by rubble, and hey - if her luck holds, maybe it won't be filled with creepy shit, either.
Snow is coming down heavily, the wind is terrible and the flakes are heavy and wet, sticking to her lashes and hair and making her feel even more cold than she usually does. Which she didn't think was possible. You learn something new every day in this place, apparently. But she's almost home free, and she's so ready to get inside, even if it's still freezing. At least she won't be wet.
That's when it hits her. Something she can't quite place, an intense wrongness that settles over her and makes dread curl in her gut. It's something about the house -- suddenly, every instinct she has is screaming at her to keep going, to find another place to stay even if they've only got a few minutes to search.
Fiona stops so abruptly she likely slams right into whoever she's traveling with. She's not one to get creeped out easily, but this is far more serious than that, and she's not used to ignoring her gut feelings.]
Hey!
[She raises her voice, yelling to be heard over the howl of the wind.]
We should keep going. Find somewhere else!
2; @guardian; video;
[ That sure is some quality code bulls.....tuff right there. Holy heck. Angel only specialises in the programming type of code - not so much this.
But hey! HELPING. ]
You've... probably tried converting the numbers into letters, huh. You know - A is one, B is two, etcetera?
[ angel pls ]
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Yeah, I tried that. It probably needs a key. That's how these things usually work, right?
[Does that sound smart? She's going with it. SPEAKING OF SMART...]
Aren't you good at this kind of stuff?
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I, uh - I can't make out what some of the symbols are supposed to be? Some of them just look like. Uh.
[ badly drawn pictures of dicks. ]
...scribbles.
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[She swings the camera back around, stepping closer so that Angel can get a better look.]
Scribbles, yeah.
[Nope, it really looks like some thirteen year old boy drew a bunch of differently shaped dicks on the wall in sharpie.]
Guess it's gonna be hard to crack this if I don't know what I'm looking at.
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[ Is this worth it. Is it worth sacrificing some of Angel's dignity for this.
The scribbledicks say probably not. BUT SHE'S GOING FOR IT ANYWAY. ]
Okay, er - considering the symbols, and extrapolating a - a rough estimate of the artist's level of maturity from those... have you. Have you tried eight-zero-zero-eight-one-three-five?
[ 8008135.
Yeah. ]
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LOUISE R U OK
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Even with his staff to utilize as a walking stick, by the time he and Fiona come across a building, he's all but seeing spots, his breath erratic. He could collapse inside right now--he needs to. Sadly, he doesn't have the opportunity to feel relief that they can rest before she's suggesting that they keep going.]
Somewhere else? Why?
[His voice is soft normally, so she may have trouble hearing, but he projects best as he can--before all but doubling over against his staff, clutching it tightly and swaying.]
I...I'm sorry, I don't know if I can.
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Fiona glances over at him, and it's impossible to miss how poorly he's doing. They should just head for that house. She believes him when he says he might not make it to the next one. Still.]
I've got a bad feeling. I think something's wrong.
[Even as she says it, she knows how vague and unconvincing it sounds.]
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...alright.
[It takes him a moment that seems to stretch on for painful hours before he manages to say what he has to say. Struggling, Ion tightens his grip on his staff and straightens his posture. He stumbles as he takes a step forward, but catches himself.]
If you think something's wrong then I...I trust you.
[Somehow, he manages to pull a smile on his sad, tired face.]
And I won't leave you.
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Fiona turns to Ion, plastering a cheerful, calm expression on her face.]
No big deal! We'll get to the next one. We have a few minutes. It'll be fine!
[Optimism! Confidence! Even if she's not feeling it completely, she can at least convince him that she is. And then, she sets off, trying to keep her pace measured even as the tablet continues to flash. She glances back at him, just to make sure she won't have to help him through the snow.]
2; @fenrir; voice;
[She asked for help, Cloud. That is definitely not helping.]
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[Sassy comment noted, though.]
Can you help me or not?
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[Excuse you, being a sass master is one of his best and only redeeming qualities.]
Tried breaking it off?
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[Come on, Cloud, none of this is helping!]
I tried asking nicely, too. Maybe you should give it a shot.
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Look at you. Calling him on his shit.]
Tried punching in the number backwards?
[He'd usually leave this sort of thing to Kunsel, okay.]
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2; @hjack69; voice
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I forgot part of that message, huh? "Anyone but Jack." Really appreciate the input, though.
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You sure, sweetcheeks? 'Cause I could totally solve that for you. If you asked nicely.
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Nope. Definitely don't need your help. I've got it.
[She definitely doesn't.]
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[Does he have any real reason for being a shit? Nope! He's never needed one.]
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4! YEAH!!!!!!!!
Things Vriska does not care about at the moment: people finding fault with this perfectly ordinary shelter, and Hat Lady's survival.
Things Vriska does care about at the moment: the fact that she ate all her own rations already and was maybe kind of counting on Hat Lady for a freebie meal.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. ]
Are you spongedead? Or just completely blind and also deaf to the whole get the fuck inside or die thing? Tell me! I am absolutely the most curious. We have all the time in the world!
Except that we don't.
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Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.
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Fine, bro. Sis? Whichever. I'll do that! There ain't nothing to be scared of.
[ She flips Fiona the bird and stomps towards the door, finger waggling as impudently as possible. After turning the handle she kicks the door open, offers a douchey little salute, and steps inside.
The second she's out of sight she starts screaming. These aren't fun screams. These are the kind of screams that say HOLY SHIT I HAVE STUMBLED UPON A DEN OF WILD ANIMALS AND THEY ARE EATING MY FACE. ]
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Fiona waits, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest and wondering how a... six year old? She still not too clear on that. How a six year old could be so horrifically obnoxious.
Still. She's a kid, so there's a part of her that instinctively forces her to watch even as Vriska salutes and enters the house.
And then Vriska starts screaming, and Fiona doesn't even think before taking off in her direction, moving as fast as the thick snow will let her. She doesn't have a plan, and she knows that those monsters everyone is talking about are pretty unbeatable, but she'll figure something out, and if it's a human, her chances are even better! Yeah! So she'll just push aside that immediate panic and focus on doing something instead as she reaches the door.]
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Meaning she's lying on the floor of the entryway, tongue lolling out of her mouth and her shitty homemade spear tucked under her arm in the worst attempt at portraying a murder ever. It's stupid as fuck, and she only manages to keep it up for a few seconds before bursting into screechy laughter.
She a shit. ]
Haha, oh my god! What a sucker. What a dope. What an unbelievable gullible chumpy chump! There ain't nothing here, grubtard. Check it out!
[ And the only way to demonstrate this is for her to roll all the way from one end of the entryway to the other, finishing with a little wave as she reclines in a classic 'draw me like one of your french trolls' pose.
She. A. Shit. ]
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