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: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[Hope is no stranger to crazy people, the wasteland is full of them. But wow...yeah. She's inside because she's already done that whole freezing to death thing before.]
I think it's the whole, you'll end up dead if you don't get inside after a certain hour bit that puts most people off.
Why not? I'll do more than just walking. I'll build the biggest snowman, I'll make an igloo, and I'll catch some food! [He isn't even sure there are animals around here to catch, but if there are, he'll find them. Anything to distract him from the cold.]
I'll be so productive everyone else around here will be ashamed of themselves for sleeping the night away.
Doesn't matter. Night time is the best time to find them out in the open anyway! They probably figured out we stay indoors at night so it's safer. Rabbits and foxes are smart like that, but I'll catch them off guard this way.
[He looks very pleased at the plan he is making up completely off the cuff. The lens of the camera keeps fogging up from his breathing, but he hasn't really noticed.]
I'd offer to let you come with me, but you probably couldn't handle it the way I can.
How about I keep you company from the device. You can tell me how the hunting is going. And that giant snowman.
[Look she knows it's probably impossible to survive but that doesn't mean she's just going to give up on trying to keep people alive. And keeping him talking might help him fend off the cold.]
[It's hard for him to decide whether or not the audience is welcome. He loves the attention but doesn't want someone to see any mistakes he might make--not that he'll make them, but there's always a slim chance. He grins wide but his teeth and chattering just a bit so he cuts it down to a pleased smirk.]
If you want to see how it's done, sure. I'm not the kind of guy that shuts down a kid's education. [He's already moving through the snow towards one of the taller mounds, perfect for using to make the snowman's body.]
See--[He has to pause for a moment, but then keeps right on going as if it never happened.]--See you have to plan it all out in your head first. Pick the best position and the best snow. Don't want anything too wet or too fluffy, you hear me?
What? Did you live in the south? If you have snow you should have been building things in it all the time.
[He's spent most of his life in the cold shadow of the Baltic so it's always surprising to hear about people who never really did anything fun in the snow.]
Everyone bombed everything centuries ago. Great War and all that fun history of people being idiots.
No, I grew up in vault 101 which didn't open to the outside wasteland till recently. We were told it was too radioactive to live out there. Turns out it's only radioactive enough to make living outside a pain in the ass.
...Are...Are you from an Wells novel? [That is a serious question because "Great War" and "wasteland" is not something that makes any sense to him and sounds like some science fiction story.]
Fiction is good for the imagination kid, but you've got too much. [Like he can really talk.]
[Prussia laughs himself there because those were the good ol' days. Not that nowadays were bad, and he does find plenty to fill his time, but there is something to be said for the days of battles and fighting when someone always wanted you dead.]
That's the kind of world that keeps you on your toes. [He still doesn't think she's all that serious because who would? So he indulges her. The screen shakes a little, because his hands are cold and it's hard to hold the tablet, so he uses his foot to build a mound to prop it up with while he starts making his snowman.]
How many tentacle monsters do you fight every day?
[At this point she's kinda used to not being taken seriously. It happens when you come from a wasteland and everyone else seems to be from different worlds.]
None. So far at least.
Mostly just people with guns and other weapons, the local irradiated wildlife, feral ghouls, supermutants, robots. And if I'm really, really unlucky, Deathclaws.
Not ghosts. Ghouls. They're people who have been exposed to enough radiation that it pretty much destroys their bodies. They lose their skin and hair and a lot of them go feral.
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I think it's the whole, you'll end up dead if you don't get inside after a certain hour bit that puts most people off.
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They just say that to scare us. As long as I'm moving I don't feel the cold at all. It's all in your mind.
[He's not cold okay. He can even still feel his fingers. Most of them anyway.]
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You're going to walk around all night then?
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I'll be so productive everyone else around here will be ashamed of themselves for sleeping the night away.
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That's impressive. Have you seen any wildlife though?
[An actual question because she's been looking herself.]
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[He looks very pleased at the plan he is making up completely off the cuff. The lens of the camera keeps fogging up from his breathing, but he hasn't really noticed.]
I'd offer to let you come with me, but you probably couldn't handle it the way I can.
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How about I keep you company from the device. You can tell me how the hunting is going. And that giant snowman.
[Look she knows it's probably impossible to survive but that doesn't mean she's just going to give up on trying to keep people alive. And keeping him talking might help him fend off the cold.]
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If you want to see how it's done, sure. I'm not the kind of guy that shuts down a kid's education. [He's already moving through the snow towards one of the taller mounds, perfect for using to make the snowman's body.]
See--[He has to pause for a moment, but then keeps right on going as if it never happened.]--See you have to plan it all out in your head first. Pick the best position and the best snow. Don't want anything too wet or too fluffy, you hear me?
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[She's stating the truth here. She's seen some...in a simulation but no snowman building for her.]
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[He's spent most of his life in the cold shadow of the Baltic so it's always surprising to hear about people who never really did anything fun in the snow.]
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Were they bombing your city or something? [Because obvious he likens the vault to a bomb shelter.] I didn't even know they still used those things.
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No, I grew up in vault 101 which didn't open to the outside wasteland till recently. We were told it was too radioactive to live out there. Turns out it's only radioactive enough to make living outside a pain in the ass.
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Fiction is good for the imagination kid, but you've got too much. [Like he can really talk.]
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If imagined a world to live in, trust me it would be a lot nicer and less filled with things trying to kill me on a regular basis.
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That's the kind of world that keeps you on your toes. [He still doesn't think she's all that serious because who would? So he indulges her. The screen shakes a little, because his hands are cold and it's hard to hold the tablet, so he uses his foot to build a mound to prop it up with while he starts making his snowman.]
How many tentacle monsters do you fight every day?
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None. So far at least.
Mostly just people with guns and other weapons, the local irradiated wildlife, feral ghouls, supermutants, robots. And if I'm really, really unlucky, Deathclaws.
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You're telling me you fight ghosts? What are you an exorcist?
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That makes no sense at all. It's like you're saying a bad science fiction novel is your life.