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: YOUR COOPERATION IS APPRECIATED When you wake up, you find that a new application has been downloaded to your tablet. It's titled "SURVEY" and is exactly what it claims to be--although there's no explanation to why it's appeared or what it is for other than the note that claims the survey is not opt-out and that your cooperation is appreciated. And more troubling, the questions become more sinister the farther in you answer. Such questions as, "on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your stay?" and "have your needs been met in a timely manner?" become more akin to, "if you had to chose between the two, would you eat your hands or your feet to stave off the hunger?" and "are you sure you are not the last one still alive?"
Perhaps someone on the Network would like to discuss what this could mean--and if there are any consequences behind finishing or refusing to take the survey.
TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know.
Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck.
Action Prompts
THREE: SPIDERS IN THE WALLS Somehow you or your travel companion injured themselves. A quick call to the admin fixed this, but now you can't help but be gripped with the burning curiosity of where the helpful spiders she deployed have gone. You saw them scramble toward the vents, but by the time paralysis wore off they'd completely disappeared. Only now you can't stop thinking about them. Where do they go to? How can they be trapped or followed? You swear you hear little mechanical pattering inside the walls. Maybe you can find some sort of tool to help you break into a vent around the house. Or maybe your companion can convince you to rest before you hurt yourself.
FOUR: SCHOOL DAYS You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea.
I wouldn't answer anything you weren't absolutely certain of, Admiral. This looks like the unfurling parchment of a particularly twisted inquisitor's mind. It's really best to leave those morbid thoughts where we found them.
"Would you prefer to be eaten head first or feet first"? I haven't the foggiest idea what their aim is, and I certainly don't want to know! Though knowing may be useful to protect ourselves.
Fear not. Consider it an academic exercise at best and nothing more, should it please you to do so.
[ Ain't even vaguely worried. Relax, Aymeric. ]
'Tis plain an argument must be made against sacrificing your head - fat bloody lot of good it'd do you to have fine feet to flee with and naught but prayers to fend against certain death. Far better to take your foe to the grave with you with a blade in hand and time to use it, ere the beast reach scarcely your hip.
[ Stab it a few times in the eyes and it might even drop you, thereby neatly solving the 'being eaten' dilemma outright. Solid strategy in the Admiral's books. ]
I simply dread the perverted malice behind these words, Admiral.
[He lets out a steadying breath]
The context of this predicament seems to truly be asking "how quickly would you prefer to die? If at a beast's mercy, have you the wherewithal to pull your legs from its maw?" I cannot agree that these are harmless inquiries. This is not a squire's first day of training with his innocent pedantic questions.
[The drumming of his fingers can be heard clearly.]
Why aren't you more concerned?
Edited (what the hell i thought I changed the re:) 2016-06-28 17:02 (UTC)
[ There's a leisurely pause as the Admiral fiddles with something in the background - likely taking a drink of water to judge from the delicate chime of tapped glass. ]
I'll not waste my time with empty words by faceless foes. Let the craven bastards try their scare tactics elsewhere; I will not be swayed.
[ She knows passive-aggressive saber rattling when she sees it. No point getting upset over something that hasn't yet come to pass, after all. A beat, then, because she's never able to resist a little teasing: ]
But mayhap the Maelstrom is wrought of sterner stuff than what Ishgard has to offer.
I seem to recall your thorough trouncing at Ishgard's gate.
Mayhap it was a mistake for me to address you without your tactician present, since you speak as if your military is imminently deployable. We are more vulnerable than I think you have come to terms with, Admiral.
A long overdue lesson to stiffen spines and whet our blades, make no mistake. Next bout I may well take to the field myself.
[ She chuckles, though, accepting the rebuke easily enough. even if that absolutely didn't count because the WoL is a neutral party As for the 'tactician' jab, that would almost be an insult. Except that... you know... Merlwyb kind of does her own thing most of the time anyway. ]
I require no counsel save mine own, Ser Aymeric. I would, however, advise against advertising our weaknesses to any and all sober enough to listen.
Let us hope that you have been sparring with dragons, otherwise my men and yours may be training to separate levels of tasks. Though I have heard tales of scaled beastmen cohabiting your shores. [Yeah. Fish men and rodents are absolutely the same as dragons, Merlwyb. You got me. His voice stays firm and diplomatic, regardless.]
I somehow doubt that reacting with disgust to something disgusting is a sign of weakness, but to each his own.
It matters not. Let the next melee speak for both of us when that day dawns.
[ So serious, Aymeric. Loosen up a little! For her part, Merlwyb is still as calm as ever, and likely fairly amused at getting his back up about "my minions are better than your minions" of all things. ]
Is it? Knowing what your foe is compromised by is as useful a tool as a spear or gladius. 'Tis merely a matter of how to wield the knowledge of such weaknesses properly.
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Aymeric
"Would you prefer to be eaten head first or feet first"? I haven't the foggiest idea what their aim is, and I certainly don't want to know! Though knowing may be useful to protect ourselves.
@dreadnought; Audio
[ Ain't even vaguely worried. Relax, Aymeric. ]
'Tis plain an argument must be made against sacrificing your head - fat bloody lot of good it'd do you to have fine feet to flee with and naught but prayers to fend against certain death. Far better to take your foe to the grave with you with a blade in hand and time to use it, ere the beast reach scarcely your hip.
[ Stab it a few times in the eyes and it might even drop you, thereby neatly solving the 'being eaten' dilemma outright. Solid strategy in the Admiral's books. ]
@theblue
[He lets out a steadying breath]
The context of this predicament seems to truly be asking "how quickly would you prefer to die? If at a beast's mercy, have you the wherewithal to pull your legs from its maw?" I cannot agree that these are harmless inquiries. This is not a squire's first day of training with his innocent pedantic questions.
[The drumming of his fingers can be heard clearly.]
Why aren't you more concerned?
@dreadnought
I'll not waste my time with empty words by faceless foes. Let the craven bastards try their scare tactics elsewhere; I will not be swayed.
[ She knows passive-aggressive saber rattling when she sees it. No point getting upset over something that hasn't yet come to pass, after all.
A beat, then, because she's never able to resist a little teasing: ]
But mayhap the Maelstrom is wrought of sterner stuff than what Ishgard has to offer.
@theblue
I seem to recall your thorough trouncing at Ishgard's gate.
Mayhap it was a mistake for me to address you without your tactician present, since you speak as if your military is imminently deployable. We are more vulnerable than I think you have come to terms with, Admiral.
@dreadnought
[ She chuckles, though, accepting the rebuke easily enough.
even if that absolutely didn't count because the WoL is a neutral partyAs for the 'tactician' jab, that would almost be an insult. Except that... you know... Merlwyb kind of does her own thing most of the time anyway. ]
I require no counsel save mine own, Ser Aymeric. I would, however, advise against advertising our weaknesses to any and all sober enough to listen.
@theblue
I somehow doubt that reacting with disgust to something disgusting is a sign of weakness, but to each his own.
@dreadnought
[ So serious, Aymeric. Loosen up a little! For her part, Merlwyb is still as calm as ever, and likely fairly amused at getting his back up about "my minions are better than your minions" of all things. ]
Is it? Knowing what your foe is compromised by is as useful a tool as a spear or gladius. 'Tis merely a matter of how to wield the knowledge of such weaknesses properly.