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: SPAM IS MEANT FOR A CAN You awoke today to find a private message in your inbox full of glitchy text from an unreadable username. It doesn't seem to be from @ADMIN, and it's doubtful that any of your fellow unfortunate survivalists have the ability to send a bunch of garbage text from a dummy username. Any attempts to contact the sender of the message only yield silence.
Perhaps your friends on the network will have a better idea of what's going on.
TWO: DING DONG PING PONG You found an app on an SD card that lets you play a game--the app simply refers to it as "game," but those who are familiar with Earth's gaming history will recognize it as Pong. The graphics have been updated, but the mechanics are as simple as ever. Just bounce the ball back and forth and try to hit it past your opponent. This version lets you play with a friend over the network and supports chat simultaneously, so you can video or voice chat while playing with someone!
Or you can use text, but that would probably be inconvenient while you're trying to play.
Action Prompts
THREE: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE The blizzard has been raging worse than usual for nearly a week now, making travel incredibly dangerous. You and your travelling companion have been stuck in the same house since the weather went out of control, and it's starting to have an effect. While you've not yet succumb to the dangerous fugue that would lead you out into the snow, cabin fever is definitely starting to set in for you...and whoever you're stuck with.
As long as you keep telling yourself the eyes on the walls aren't real. You're the only one who can see them, after all.
FOUR: A TENT-ATIVE FRIENDSHIP Everything has locked down for the night, and it looks like you're trapped outside. This almost certainly means death, but maybe you don't have to take it lying down. You walk for a while, and--what's that? Through the snow, the light of your tablet faintly illuminates the shape of a tent. It seems someone else is stuck out here, too, but they've been luckier in their searches than you.
Time to go see if they'll take pity on you for the night. You probably don't have much longer otherwise...
[ Vriska can't even muster up a "can it, Pyrope." She is too busy staying perfectly still and not moving her tongue in case it rots away completely and falls off.
The remains of the sandwich slide gloopily down her palm and splatter on the floor of the tent. Gross. It snaps Vriska out of her horrified tongue-paralysis, though, and she slowly looks away from her hand towards Terezi. ]
Shut up is what I thought.
I need to wipe my hand on something.
[ Like, say, a troll who is looking entirely too happy about all this???? ]
[terezi does a complete 180 and lets out an undignified yelp as the gross mass of food plops onto the floor. it stops being funny once she's the one in danger of it. the only reason she doesn't jerk away is because she's caged in by vriska's legs. she doesn't want to be anywhere near that mess.
she rifles through her pack for something -- anything that vriska can use. the closest workable thing at hand is a wadded up t-shirt, and she tosses it immediately.]
... You had an extra t-shirt? And you weren't wearing it? What the fuck.
[ Not that the Great Norfinbury Clothing Shortage is going to stop Vriska wiping off her hand on that thing, obviously. By morning the shirt will have mysteriously disappeared. Was it confiscated by the admin as a deadly weapon? Did the sammichgoo just eat through the entire thing?? ~*WHO KNOWS*~ ]
Layers are important. Everybody knows that! When you are in the lad of snow and bullshit, you are supposed to bundle up in as many layers as possible until you look like a fat little grub ripe for the culling. God.
[holy fuck. thanks phone. thanks for not giving that tag the proper look of disgust it needed.]
It's too big for me!
[this is not difficult to imagine. many articles of clothing would be too big for terezi. she's built like a bunch of really shitty katanas taped together in the shape of a girl. even so, she is going to freeze to death one day if she keeps being such a whiny baby about her clothes. :/// ]
I put it on, but it felt too weird and baggy! I was practically swimming in it. I wanted to ditch it back at the last house, but I got too creeped out by the five million clowns. It felt like they were judging me.
[much like how humans instinctively know to avoid large predators, bacterial food hazards, and furries, the countless clown collectibles hit a kind of primal, cultural fear. alternian clowns are bad news. except, of course, our dear, sweet gamzee who could never hurt a fly!!!]
Can it, Pyrope! I either accept that you're a lying liar who lies, or I have to live with the knowledge that Clown House isn't just a dumb story the other losers here made up to scare wigglers with.
And also that you made it out of there alive, without any scarring that I can see. So I repeat! Bull. Shiiiiiiiit.
[ If clown house is real then why didn't you burn it down, Terezi? WHY DIDN'T YOU BURN IT DOWN ]
[terezi wordlessly hands her tablet over. there's a small album in her pictures folder labeled "WHY 4M 1 3V3N H3R3 TH1S 1S TH3 WORST" of her taking selfies with various clown figurines. there are a lot of them. she went room to room and snapped photos of herself in every one of them.
she is never facing the right way in any of the pictures. she is always making the duck face.]
[ Vriska stares at the pictures. She stares at Terezi. She stares into the void that has opened up in the fabric of the universe, sucking inside all that is good and holy and replacing it with clowns. ]
8h m8 g8d.
[ While she doesn't pronounce them, because that would be silly, the eights are somehow audible anyway. ]
Oh my god, you have been through so much. I would almost feel sorry for you, if I weren't simultaneously wanting to recoil because holy fuck what if you're tainted now? What if when I wake up you are looming over me wearing shitty clown makeup and honking and wearing pants that are just inexplicable?
[before she's able to stop herself and think logically for two seconds, there's a moment of pure, whitehot fear that races down her spine and into her gut.]
What do you think the incubation time is on that...?
[she's silent for a moment, then she shakes her head determinedly.]
No. No. It has to be cultural. One does not simply catch a clown disease. That is absolutely preposterous. Dear, sweet Gamzee couldn't help being exposed to greasy make-up and shitty rap music and ugly pants while growing up! It is a well known fact that indigos are just completely fucking weird, anyway! Who knows why they do what they do in that religion of theirs?
[faygo is the most disgusting thing in the universe. why do they drink it. why.]
[ Well. Indigos are pretty weird. Even dear sweet innocent Gamzee.
AND YET. ]
But what if that's what happened to the humans who used to live here? What if they aren't here any more because they got down with the clown? And all those weird clown toys had to have come from somewhere.
[ just gonna. lift her legs off Terezi. And scootle as far into a corner as possible. UNCLEAN ]
or very possibly what actually happened??????????????
no. no. no no no no no. that's not true. that's impossible.]
[stick to your guns, pyrope. life would never be so cruel as to conspire to make you a dirty clownfucker. you have to believe that.
you have to believe that.]
If that's the case, then why aren't there any other such houses around town? If this was truly the epidemic you think it is, then surely there'd be more signs of rampant clown fixation!
[ That does require some thought. Very serious headscratchy thought.
Wait no it doesn't THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS ]
Because sooner or later, eeeeeeeeverybody is drawn to Clown House. And it is only then that they get infected by the rednosed pestilence! Humans don't make it out before changing because of how soft and weak and unprepared they are. We are superior and tougher and so you have lasted longer! Duh.
It's like that one story. The Dionaea Hive. But with clowns.
That is a huge, steaming pile of hoofbeast leavings and you know it, Serket! That is nothing but speculation, pure and simple. You have no evidence for your exceptionally silly theory!
[a legislacerator, despite always having a chief suspect that she will hold guilty until they're dangling from the noose, knows and understands the value of calling out their opponent's lack of proof.]
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The remains of the sandwich slide gloopily down her palm and splatter on the floor of the tent. Gross. It snaps Vriska out of her horrified tongue-paralysis, though, and she slowly looks away from her hand towards Terezi. ]
Shut up is what I thought.
I need to wipe my hand on something.
[ Like, say, a troll who is looking entirely too happy about all this???? ]
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she rifles through her pack for something -- anything that vriska can use. the closest workable thing at hand is a wadded up t-shirt, and she tosses it immediately.]
Here, just- take it!
[ewewewdsdfjfjskakdngj]
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[ Not that the Great Norfinbury Clothing Shortage is going to stop Vriska wiping off her hand on that thing, obviously. By morning the shirt will have mysteriously disappeared. Was it confiscated by the admin as a deadly weapon? Did the sammichgoo just eat through the entire thing?? ~*WHO KNOWS*~ ]
Layers are important. Everybody knows that! When you are in the lad of snow and bullshit, you are supposed to bundle up in as many layers as possible until you look like a fat little grub ripe for the culling. God.
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It's too big for me!
[this is not difficult to imagine. many articles of clothing would be too big for terezi. she's built like a bunch of really shitty katanas taped together in the shape of a girl. even so, she is going to freeze to death one day if she keeps being such a whiny baby about her clothes. :/// ]
I put it on, but it felt too weird and baggy! I was practically swimming in it. I wanted to ditch it back at the last house, but I got too creeped out by the five million clowns. It felt like they were judging me.
[much like how humans instinctively know to avoid large predators, bacterial food hazards, and furries, the countless clown collectibles hit a kind of primal, cultural fear. alternian clowns are bad news. except, of course, our dear, sweet gamzee who could never hurt a fly!!!]
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[ Vriska has heard the legends, naturally. Clown house. The House of Clowns. A place discussed only in whispers, and never in polite company.
Clown. House. ]
And you've been there? Bullshit.
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Wow!
[terezi flings her hands up in the air in exaggerated exasperation. u n b e l i e v a b l e !!!]
You think that I would lie about something as serious as this? Me?
I tell truths nobody wants to hear, but that's not the same as lying. I am offended, no, insulted that you think I'd do something like that. Rude!
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And also that you made it out of there alive, without any scarring that I can see. So I repeat! Bull. Shiiiiiiiit.
[ If clown house is real then why didn't you burn it down, Terezi? WHY DIDN'T YOU BURN IT DOWN ]
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she is never facing the right way in any of the pictures. she is always making the duck face.]
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8h m8 g8d.
[ While she doesn't pronounce them, because that would be silly, the eights are somehow audible anyway. ]
Oh my god, you have been through so much. I would almost feel sorry for you, if I weren't simultaneously wanting to recoil because holy fuck what if you're tainted now? What if when I wake up you are looming over me wearing shitty clown makeup and honking and wearing pants that are just inexplicable?
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What do you think the incubation time is on that...?
[she's silent for a moment, then she shakes her head determinedly.]
No. No. It has to be cultural. One does not simply catch a clown disease. That is absolutely preposterous. Dear, sweet Gamzee couldn't help being exposed to greasy make-up and shitty rap music and ugly pants while growing up! It is a well known fact that indigos are just completely fucking weird, anyway! Who knows why they do what they do in that religion of theirs?
[faygo is the most disgusting thing in the universe. why do they drink it. why.]
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AND YET. ]
But what if that's what happened to the humans who used to live here? What if they aren't here any more because they got down with the clown? And all those weird clown toys had to have come from somewhere.
[ just gonna. lift her legs off Terezi. And scootle as far into a corner as possible. UNCLEAN ]
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[implausible? improbable?
or very possibly what actually happened??????????????
no. no. no no no no no. that's not true. that's impossible.]
[stick to your guns, pyrope. life would never be so cruel as to conspire to make you a dirty clownfucker. you have to believe that.
you have to believe that.]
If that's the case, then why aren't there any other such houses around town? If this was truly the epidemic you think it is, then surely there'd be more signs of rampant clown fixation!
[your move, vriska!!!]
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Wait no it doesn't THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS ]
Because sooner or later, eeeeeeeeverybody is drawn to Clown House. And it is only then that they get infected by the rednosed pestilence! Humans don't make it out before changing because of how soft and weak and unprepared they are. We are superior and tougher and so you have lasted longer! Duh.
It's like that one story. The Dionaea Hive. But with clowns.
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[a legislacerator, despite always having a chief suspect that she will hold guilty until they're dangling from the noose, knows and understands the value of calling out their opponent's lack of proof.]