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.
[Before their companion is even fully cognizant, Hange is scrambling up and over to the nearest wall.]
Shhhh... ! [No one's even talking, but they're being dramatically shushed anyway, finger to lips and everything. Looking like something out of a heist movie, Hange stares intently into space, ear pressed firmly to the wall.] I can hear you in there...
[Without warning, Hange suddenly steps back. Grasping with the tips of their fingers, Hange tries to haul themself up the wall using an open vent duct as a hand-hold. Boots squeaking against the paint, they manage to get halfway up, arm wedged into the vent, fishing around blindly.]
Come here, little spider things! I just need one of you for an experiment! Two would be even better, though! Just... come here... please...
[Charlie stands up groggily, shaking off whatever that weird paralysis stuff is. He rolls his jaw a couple of times. Huh. Check it out, he's got all of his teeth again. Sweet.
But then he sees Hange slithering up the wall like some weird horror monster and, goddammit dude get your hands out of there.]
For the love of... Man, c'mon. [He trucks on over there, grabs Hange around the waist, and pulls them off of the wall.]
Gonna have to do better'n that if you wanna get your hands on one of those things. They're fast as fuck and really wily.
[Hange wriggles like a fish at first, flailing toward the wall, but eventually gives up, slumping to the floor.] Awwww, come on! I almost had one! [Probably, anyway.]
[Like a switch flipped again, Hange is soon back on their feet, slapping one fist into the other palm.] You're right, we'll just need a better plan. If we can't go in after them, we'll have to lure them out. What've we got that we can use to make a trap? Or take the walls apart, if all else fails.
[Still muttering to themself, Hange heads over to where the supplies are and starts picking through their pack. And also Charlie's.]
[Charlie scratches his beard thoughtfully.] Okay, okay, I like your ambition, man. We can probably whip up a halfway decent--whoa hold up there.
[He wrestles his backpack away from Hange, clutching his plastic trumpet protectively to his chest. He holds up a hand.] Cool your jets, buddy. We gotta play it cool here if we plan on nabbin' one of those suckers, all right?
[He waits until Hange's head is sufficiently in the game before continuing.]
[Hange surrenders the second backpack without much trouble, instead dumping the contents of their own onto the floor for a better look. They stand thoughtfully for a second, peering down.]
Alright, this is what we have to work with, then. My experience is only with trapping much larger things, so any input would be welcome. It says on the network that the spiders only appear for major injuries, but we should avoid using that as bait unless absolutely necessary...
[Charlie squats down to take a look too, rifling through his own bag for anything useful. Hm... Glitter, ghoul hand, paint... The glue sticks could maybe be useful but that's a big maybe.] Alright, well, trappin' stuff. Especially little stuff. Now you're talkin' my language. [He claps his hands together.]
Back at Paddy's, I usually give the rats a good bashin' with a bat or something, but I've never seen those spiders come up without sedating us or whatever first. So, whatever we make, it's gotta be a self-sufficient trap, y'know? It's gotta work on its own.
[He gives the room a quick survey to assess their resources.] Could probably bust up one of those chairs a bit, and the bedspread might come in handy... [He's thinking out loud now.]
[Hange definitely likes the way this guy thinks. Now they're getting somewhere.]
Something spring-loaded, something with a trigger. [They nod slowly, one hand to their chin, thinking out loud as well.] There might be springs in the furniture. Some of the other furniture I dissected had springs. The chairs will work for base materials, but we'll also need nails...
[Hange pulls a hammer out of the pile of supplies and heads toward the nearest couch to get to shredding it.] There's also the matter of how to lure them back out. Perhaps we could fake a medical emergency?
Shit, good call, man. [Furniture springs! He never would've thought of that. Nails, though. That might be tricky.]
Think we could salvage some nails from that dresser? [He points at it. It looks kind of worn out anyway.
Medical emergency, though... He doesn't like the sound of that, but Hange's right. Those spiders don't come out for just anything.] What kind of emergency d'you have in mind?
Ahhh, perfect! [After making a tear in the nearest couch cushion, Hange switches from using the claw end of the hammer to using their hands instead, ripping out stuffing and tossing it over their shoulder. They also toss the hammer, aimed directly at Charlie, and with little warning beforehand.]
Here, you get started on those nails. We'll have to put this thing somewhere near where those spiders re-enter. As for the kind of emergency... [Hange holds up a fistful of couch-stuffing thoughtfully.] Do you think we could fake a severed limb?
[Charlie's already tossing empty drawers onto the floor.] Yeah, I think we should be able to--AUGH. [He turns to check out what Hange's up to just in time to get smacked in the face with the handle of a hammer. It catches him right in the mouth. He spends a full minute stomping around and unintelligibly yelling as he clutches his mouth. Luckily he seems to have kept all of his teeth this time but that blood's gotta be coming from somewhere. He wheels on Hange, his voice still muffled by his hands.]
THE FUCK, DUDE? WHO JUST RUNS AROUND FLINGING HAMMERS AT PEOPLE. WHO DOES THAT. JESUS CHRIST. [Back to unintelligible yelling for a moment, then:] ALSO NO, FAKING A SEVERED LIMB IS A DUMB IDEA. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN. FUCK.
[But he roots around near the dresser until he finds the hammer and then starts in on disassembling the drawers with one hand. The limb thing might be dumb but overall this ain't a half bad scheme and he knows a thing or two about scheming.
Oh! Oh no! [Hange whirls on Charlie when he starts screaming and seems to be panicking right along with him.] I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Sorry! I though for sure you'd be able to catch it! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you alright?
[Aaand right back to planning mode.] Although if we have real blood to work with, that might make this more convincing... you didn't happen to lose any teeth while you were at it, did you? [Moving right along.]
See, my thought was that we could hide a hand or an arm in the snow, maybe use some of that paint you've got to make it look better. You're right, though, it might not be good enough to fool the admin. If all else fails, I guess we could do it for real. Even if the admin gets upset with us for stealing one of her toys, at least we'd be doing it after the healing is already done, right? So in theory we'd get to keep our hands and the spider.
[Charlie groans angrily but stops yelling, at least. Inspecting the damage, it feels like he's got a busted lip. It's bleeding pretty good and, go figure, hurts like a bitch, but it's probably not as bad as it feels. He sucks on it to stop the bleeding.] Dude, if you want to catch something then give me a heads up before you chuck it at my face.
[Hange sounds way too optimistic about him losing teeth again, but Charlie will go ahead and skip over that for now. He just rolls his eyes.]
Okay... Maybe not such a horrible plan. Worth a shot before we go all Saw on ourselves, anyway. [Oh, hey, and he's got just the thing for this. He digs through his backpack again and pulls out the ghoul hand he found in the jewelry store. It's even missing two fingers. Head start!]
Check this out. [He wipes the blood off of his own hand onto the mannequin's. It's not terribly realistic, but it fooled the admin once and that was just with some spit.] Think this'll work?
Oh! That's perfect! Well, maybe, as long as the admin is relatively simple-minded. But it could work! I mean, like you said, it's worth a try. Losing fingers and hands without needing to is probably not a good idea.
[Hange reaches out to touch the mannequin hand.] Hmm... I think it could use more blood, though. Unless... you want to try the paint first? Maybe before we start cutting ourselves. [As if that's any fun.]
If only we knew how the admin knows what we're up to. It seems reasonable to assume that it can't see us at all times, seeing as how people have tricked it before, but how does it detect a medical emergency?
[Charlie gives Hange a Look.] Paint. Let's do the paint first. No more blood for now, okay?
[He pulls the paint set out of his bag and shoves it and the ghoul hand at Hange.] Here. You get started on this. I'm gonna hang onto that hammer and get us some nails. [He picks up the hammer and points it at Hange as he returns to dismantling the drawers.] And be careful with the hand, please, okay? It's like possessed or something and it's probably real sad about losing its fingers already. It's fucked up enough already, okay?
What do you think I'm going to do with it, exactly? It's not a real hand, and it's not like you can dissect a ghost. [Hange frowns, holding up the hand for inspection.] Poor thing.
[After a few moments of very liberal and dedicated 'blood' application, with the occasional muttering about how they wish they had something to simulate bone fragments or torn flesh, Hange turns dramatically and presents the result. Which would be much more gruesome and convincing if not for the fire-engine shade of red. Or maybe this is worse.]
[Charlie's salvaged what he can from the dresser, which is now mostly in pieces on the floor. He's got a handful of mildly bent nails and a few planks that are mostly intact. Also, a lot of splinters. He stands up to consider Hange's work.]
Whoa. Okay, okay, that looks pretty good considering our limited resources. Gotta be real, I'm not sure that'll fool the admin, but, uh, it's pretty dark in here. So maybe!
[He waves a hand at the nails and boards on the floor.] So what d'you have in mind for the trap?
I'm not sure either... If only we knew how much biological material the admin needs to detect a living thing... Oh, that's a good point! [Not that anyone actually made a point.] Even if this doesn't work out for spider catching, it'll be a step closer to understanding how the admin sees the world. And if it does work, that's even better! Have I already said this before?
Anyway, I figured we'd just go simple. No need to get overly complicated with it. The spiders return through a rectangular opening, so we're going to make a box. Or rather, we're going to turn the opening into a box.
[Hange inspects the vent from the floor, thinks better of flinging themself up there again, and goes to scoot a chair underneath.]
[Charlie listens carefully, nodding as Hange speaks, and then watches them pull a chair over to the vent.]
Oookay, I see what you're saying. [He doesn't.] That should work pretty well. [Will it? He has no clue.] Simple rectangular box. Yeah. [Seriously he's totally lost.]
So, uh, I'll just. Yup. [He scoops up the nails and a few hunks of wood and presents them to Hange. He's helping, right?] Where should we put the hand?
[Climbing easily up onto the chair, Hange inspects the vent from this superior angle.] Hmm. Maybe we could just capture it on the way out. That seems simpler. But then we'll need a way to close off the escape route... I think we might need some hinges.
[Turning back to Charlie, Hange acts as if they just now remembered he was there.] Oh! Well, we won't need the hand until we're ready to put the plan in motion. Here, allow me to explain.
[Hange makes a rough rectangle shape via gesticulation.] The vent is already the shape of a box, so that makes this easier. What we're going to do is put a door on the inside and outside, but we'll leave them both open. Then we'll put springs in and... something to act as a trigger. [They'll cross that bridge when they come to it.]
So when the spiders come out from deeper in the vents... [They make a crawling motion across one hand with the fingers of the other.] The doors snap shut, trapping them inside. [They smack the 'walking' hand down on the other one for emphasis.]
[Charlie squints at Hange for a moment, but then nods. Yeah, he's got it this time. That sounds easy enough.]
Right! So, hinges. Like door hinges? [He heads over to the bedroom door and inspects what they've got to work with. These should probably work okay.] Yeah, we can just like, pop this door off and use these suckers.
Dunno about a trigger, though. I don't think we got enough stuff to make a pressure plate, but maybe like a trip wire or something. Got any string?
[Charlie did a good!! He grabs the hammer again and starts in on pulling apart the door.]
Sweet, dude! Hey, I bet just like strips of fabric would work, too. Got a knife or something?
[Then he remembers.]
Oh! Wait wait wait. Check this out. [He runs over to his backpack and pulls out the hatchet he's, uh, "borrowing" from Charles. He brandishes it at Hange with a big grin.] Eh? Shit we could even like, use this in the trap, y'know? Spiders comin', hatchet comin'! [He swooshes it downward in a little chopping motion.]
[In lieu of a knife, Hange gets to work with their hands, but then Charlie calls their attention again.]
Oh. Oh, well. That's- Hmm. The goal isn't to destroy the spiders just yet, but if they get out of hand, or, say, we have to remove their legs to keep them still, maybe we can use it then.
[Charlie hesitates before handing over the hatchet to Hange.] Okay dude, you can give it a go but, like, I definitely need that back when you're done. It's like even more important than the ghoul hand, okay? That hatchet belongs to my very best friend and he is absolutely gonna want it back, especially since I sort of snatched it without asking because I needed it. So just, yeah. Careful with it, please.
[He backs away slowly, heading back over to the door but keeping an eye on Hange. Don't you screw him on this, buddy.]
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Zoe Hange | Attack on Titan
[Before their companion is even fully cognizant, Hange is scrambling up and over to the nearest wall.]
Shhhh... ! [No one's even talking, but they're being dramatically shushed anyway, finger to lips and everything. Looking like something out of a heist movie, Hange stares intently into space, ear pressed firmly to the wall.] I can hear you in there...
[Without warning, Hange suddenly steps back. Grasping with the tips of their fingers, Hange tries to haul themself up the wall using an open vent duct as a hand-hold. Boots squeaking against the paint, they manage to get halfway up, arm wedged into the vent, fishing around blindly.]
Come here, little spider things! I just need one of you for an experiment! Two would be even better, though! Just... come here... please...
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But then he sees Hange slithering up the wall like some weird horror monster and, goddammit dude get your hands out of there.]
For the love of... Man, c'mon. [He trucks on over there, grabs Hange around the waist, and pulls them off of the wall.]
Gonna have to do better'n that if you wanna get your hands on one of those things. They're fast as fuck and really wily.
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[Like a switch flipped again, Hange is soon back on their feet, slapping one fist into the other palm.] You're right, we'll just need a better plan. If we can't go in after them, we'll have to lure them out. What've we got that we can use to make a trap? Or take the walls apart, if all else fails.
[Still muttering to themself, Hange heads over to where the supplies are and starts picking through their pack. And also Charlie's.]
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[He wrestles his backpack away from Hange, clutching his plastic trumpet protectively to his chest. He holds up a hand.] Cool your jets, buddy. We gotta play it cool here if we plan on nabbin' one of those suckers, all right?
[He waits until Hange's head is sufficiently in the game before continuing.]
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Alright, this is what we have to work with, then. My experience is only with trapping much larger things, so any input would be welcome. It says on the network that the spiders only appear for major injuries, but we should avoid using that as bait unless absolutely necessary...
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Back at Paddy's, I usually give the rats a good bashin' with a bat or something, but I've never seen those spiders come up without sedating us or whatever first. So, whatever we make, it's gotta be a self-sufficient trap, y'know? It's gotta work on its own.
[He gives the room a quick survey to assess their resources.] Could probably bust up one of those chairs a bit, and the bedspread might come in handy... [He's thinking out loud now.]
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Something spring-loaded, something with a trigger. [They nod slowly, one hand to their chin, thinking out loud as well.] There might be springs in the furniture. Some of the other furniture I dissected had springs. The chairs will work for base materials, but we'll also need nails...
[Hange pulls a hammer out of the pile of supplies and heads toward the nearest couch to get to shredding it.] There's also the matter of how to lure them back out. Perhaps we could fake a medical emergency?
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Think we could salvage some nails from that dresser? [He points at it. It looks kind of worn out anyway.
Medical emergency, though... He doesn't like the sound of that, but Hange's right. Those spiders don't come out for just anything.] What kind of emergency d'you have in mind?
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Here, you get started on those nails. We'll have to put this thing somewhere near where those spiders re-enter. As for the kind of emergency... [Hange holds up a fistful of couch-stuffing thoughtfully.] Do you think we could fake a severed limb?
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THE FUCK, DUDE? WHO JUST RUNS AROUND FLINGING HAMMERS AT PEOPLE. WHO DOES THAT. JESUS CHRIST. [Back to unintelligible yelling for a moment, then:] ALSO NO, FAKING A SEVERED LIMB IS A DUMB IDEA. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN. FUCK.
[But he roots around near the dresser until he finds the hammer and then starts in on disassembling the drawers with one hand. The limb thing might be dumb but overall this ain't a half bad scheme and he knows a thing or two about scheming.
Still, though. Holy shit, Hange.]
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[Aaand right back to planning mode.] Although if we have real blood to work with, that might make this more convincing... you didn't happen to lose any teeth while you were at it, did you? [Moving right along.]
See, my thought was that we could hide a hand or an arm in the snow, maybe use some of that paint you've got to make it look better. You're right, though, it might not be good enough to fool the admin. If all else fails, I guess we could do it for real. Even if the admin gets upset with us for stealing one of her toys, at least we'd be doing it after the healing is already done, right? So in theory we'd get to keep our hands and the spider.
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[Hange sounds way too optimistic about him losing teeth again, but Charlie will go ahead and skip over that for now. He just rolls his eyes.]
Okay... Maybe not such a horrible plan. Worth a shot before we go all Saw on ourselves, anyway. [Oh, hey, and he's got just the thing for this. He digs through his backpack again and pulls out the ghoul hand he found in the jewelry store. It's even missing two fingers. Head start!]
Check this out. [He wipes the blood off of his own hand onto the mannequin's. It's not terribly realistic, but it fooled the admin once and that was just with some spit.] Think this'll work?
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[Hange reaches out to touch the mannequin hand.] Hmm... I think it could use more blood, though. Unless... you want to try the paint first? Maybe before we start cutting ourselves. [As if that's any fun.]
If only we knew how the admin knows what we're up to. It seems reasonable to assume that it can't see us at all times, seeing as how people have tricked it before, but how does it detect a medical emergency?
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[He pulls the paint set out of his bag and shoves it and the ghoul hand at Hange.] Here. You get started on this. I'm gonna hang onto that hammer and get us some nails. [He picks up the hammer and points it at Hange as he returns to dismantling the drawers.] And be careful with the hand, please, okay? It's like possessed or something and it's probably real sad about losing its fingers already. It's fucked up enough already, okay?
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[After a few moments of very liberal and dedicated 'blood' application, with the occasional muttering about how they wish they had something to simulate bone fragments or torn flesh, Hange turns dramatically and presents the result. Which would be much more gruesome and convincing if not for the fire-engine shade of red. Or maybe this is worse.]
Ta-dah! What do you think?
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Whoa. Okay, okay, that looks pretty good considering our limited resources. Gotta be real, I'm not sure that'll fool the admin, but, uh, it's pretty dark in here. So maybe!
[He waves a hand at the nails and boards on the floor.] So what d'you have in mind for the trap?
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Anyway, I figured we'd just go simple. No need to get overly complicated with it. The spiders return through a rectangular opening, so we're going to make a box. Or rather, we're going to turn the opening into a box.
[Hange inspects the vent from the floor, thinks better of flinging themself up there again, and goes to scoot a chair underneath.]
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Oookay, I see what you're saying. [He doesn't.] That should work pretty well. [Will it? He has no clue.] Simple rectangular box. Yeah. [Seriously he's totally lost.]
So, uh, I'll just. Yup. [He scoops up the nails and a few hunks of wood and presents them to Hange. He's helping, right?] Where should we put the hand?
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[Turning back to Charlie, Hange acts as if they just now remembered he was there.] Oh! Well, we won't need the hand until we're ready to put the plan in motion. Here, allow me to explain.
[Hange makes a rough rectangle shape via gesticulation.] The vent is already the shape of a box, so that makes this easier. What we're going to do is put a door on the inside and outside, but we'll leave them both open. Then we'll put springs in and... something to act as a trigger. [They'll cross that bridge when they come to it.]
So when the spiders come out from deeper in the vents... [They make a crawling motion across one hand with the fingers of the other.] The doors snap shut, trapping them inside. [They smack the 'walking' hand down on the other one for emphasis.]
Got it?
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Right! So, hinges. Like door hinges? [He heads over to the bedroom door and inspects what they've got to work with. These should probably work okay.] Yeah, we can just like, pop this door off and use these suckers.
Dunno about a trigger, though. I don't think we got enough stuff to make a pressure plate, but maybe like a trip wire or something. Got any string?
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Yes! Those will work exactly. As for string... Hmm.
[Hopping down from the chair, Hange scuttles back to the couch to dig through the wreckage they already left behind.] There's gotta be some in here.
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Sweet, dude! Hey, I bet just like strips of fabric would work, too. Got a knife or something?
[Then he remembers.]
Oh! Wait wait wait. Check this out. [He runs over to his backpack and pulls out the hatchet he's, uh, "borrowing" from Charles. He brandishes it at Hange with a big grin.] Eh? Shit we could even like, use this in the trap, y'know? Spiders comin', hatchet comin'! [He swooshes it downward in a little chopping motion.]
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[In lieu of a knife, Hange gets to work with their hands, but then Charlie calls their attention again.]
Oh. Oh, well. That's- Hmm. The goal isn't to destroy the spiders just yet, but if they get out of hand, or, say, we have to remove their legs to keep them still, maybe we can use it then.
I'll still take it for the furniture, though.
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[He backs away slowly, heading back over to the door but keeping an eye on Hange. Don't you screw him on this, buddy.]