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: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
Probably so like, if you got a leg swelled to the size of New Zealand you don't take the pills that turn it purple. Mad chemical interactions, yo. But that sounds boring, so I'm going to change my mind and say because they're fucking with us. This is why you can't trust Big Pharma. All natural or nothin'.
Scoff? Nah. Scoffing at any shape of Magi is the last thing I'd do. My sister had hella magic spells; gotta respect that, you know?
[He is totally snickering on the inside, though.]
Let me put it this way. Big Pharma's this evil wizard, right? While your humble, neighborhood kitchen witch is mixing up potions out of dandelions and fairy sprinkles this dude is buying his way into the King's right hand, whispering these bullshit promises in his ear about untold riches and controlling the people while all the potions he peddles are poison and curse-laden. But the King's all like, listen not to the homeopaths, mad oppressing the true medicinal way. True facts.
[He could not give less of a shit about medical conspiracy nonsense. The NHS and FDA don't exist anymore where he's from, let alone anything else in that universe.]
Not my fault I don't know what your world's invented yet.
[She's the one who thought it might be a poultice. He's not entirely sure what a poultice is.]
I don't know what it does even if it's the real stuff. These names are impenetrable gibberish, and sometimes you've got brand names that tell you even less than the generic. And all the instructions say are like, 'take twice daily with meal', but not if you're nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant, because then they might deform your quantum future baby somehow. It's a whole bottle of mystery to me.
[For a moment he just stares at his device, like it might somehow provide answers beyond her words alone. Of course, it does nothing of the sort.]
Okay, I appreciate that you used to live in some legit fantasy land straight out of Tokien's gnarliest wet dreams, but that stuff doesn't exist in Texas. Unless you count, like, medical dwarfism, but those are just humans who are really short and kinda proportioned weirdly because genetics. I'm not the one to go judging their beer preferences.
[He's not of drinking age, nor looking to get an early start.]
So no, I'm pretty sure nugs aren't a thing where I'm from.
[Hmm. He could make up a whole load of nonsense just to troll her, but there's not much point in it, and it would just mean more explaining in the future. Besides, he already got her with the Big Pharma thing. He can be honest here.]
So it's this place that's part of a bigger country called America. Do you have states? It's a state. And it's kind of famed for being too big and being full of other stuff that's too big, and also cowboy hats and and this notoriously shitty president we had for a while. Presidents are dudes who lead the country, FYI.
[Have they invented democracy yet in fantasy land? Moving on.]
The climate's like living in Satan's sweaty armpit, and even in winter he kind of just lifts his arm to let a breeze pass by. We got maybe an inch of snow one day the last winter I was there, and that was it for the whole season. Polar opposite of this place, emphasis on polar 'cause it's pretty friggin arctic around here.
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snowblindmemes2016-08-14 08:47 pm
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What's the point of having various medicines if you can't sodding pronounce the thing?
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[Not his problem if people can't keep up.]
Probably so like, if you got a leg swelled to the size of New Zealand you don't take the pills that turn it purple. Mad chemical interactions, yo. But that sounds boring, so I'm going to change my mind and say because they're fucking with us. This is why you can't trust Big Pharma. All natural or nothin'.
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Pharma? New Zealand? Not to burst your bubble, my friend, but none of those words are ringing any bells.
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[The fabric- and feather-shifting sound of a shrug.]
So what, you an alien? Or you from backwards land where they haven't invented science yet?
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I mean, we have some science. Alchemists mix up better and better medicines every day, and the Circle of Magi is hardly anything to scoff at either.
[ MAGIC IS SCIENCE, RIGHT? ]
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[He is totally snickering on the inside, though.]
Let me put it this way. Big Pharma's this evil wizard, right? While your humble, neighborhood kitchen witch is mixing up potions out of dandelions and fairy sprinkles this dude is buying his way into the King's right hand, whispering these bullshit promises in his ear about untold riches and controlling the people while all the potions he peddles are poison and curse-laden. But the King's all like, listen not to the homeopaths, mad oppressing the true medicinal way. True facts.
[He could not give less of a shit about medical conspiracy nonsense. The NHS and FDA don't exist anymore where he's from, let alone anything else in that universe.]
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Dave r u ok ]
I'm just going to nod and agree here to save us both some time.
What's even in the bottle? A poultice? A potion?
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[Because he doesn't trust Big Pharma.]
Pills.
[He rattles the bottle for her.]
They're these little hard things you swallow, and then they like, cast a spell on your white blood cells and send them into immuno-battle.
[What's the appropriate magic metaphor in this situation? Hell if he knows. Cousland gets this instead.]
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Magic and spells' can only cover so much as an explanation.
Might be poison. You can almost never tell with the bottle or pill shape alone.
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[She's the one who thought it might be a poultice. He's not entirely sure what a poultice is.]
I don't know what it does even if it's the real stuff. These names are impenetrable gibberish, and sometimes you've got brand names that tell you even less than the generic. And all the instructions say are like, 'take twice daily with meal', but not if you're nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant, because then they might deform your quantum future baby somehow. It's a whole bottle of mystery to me.
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Either way, best not to find out. What if it turns you into a nug or something?
[ A tiny orange nug with wings. CAN YOU IMAGINE.... ]
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[He will point all ten fingers plus his tail, Cousland, don't test him.]
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A nug. You know. Tiny, pink, squeaks a lot... probably makes up 95% of the dwarven diet aside from awful beer?
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Okay, I appreciate that you used to live in some legit fantasy land straight out of Tokien's gnarliest wet dreams, but that stuff doesn't exist in Texas. Unless you count, like, medical dwarfism, but those are just humans who are really short and kinda proportioned weirdly because genetics. I'm not the one to go judging their beer preferences.
[He's not of drinking age, nor looking to get an early start.]
So no, I'm pretty sure nugs aren't a thing where I'm from.
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[ Not at all super condescending or anything. Nope. Not one bit. ]
So no dwarves, no nugs, drunken jargon... anything else to know about this 'Texas' place of yours?
[ Next thing he'll say is there are no mages. She's starting to think Dave's just having a laugh. ]
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So it's this place that's part of a bigger country called America. Do you have states? It's a state. And it's kind of famed for being too big and being full of other stuff that's too big, and also cowboy hats and and this notoriously shitty president we had for a while. Presidents are dudes who lead the country, FYI.
[Have they invented democracy yet in fantasy land? Moving on.]
The climate's like living in Satan's sweaty armpit, and even in winter he kind of just lifts his arm to let a breeze pass by. We got maybe an inch of snow one day the last winter I was there, and that was it for the whole season. Polar opposite of this place, emphasis on polar 'cause it's pretty friggin arctic around here.