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...
[ I mean, a snug sleeping arrangement is hardly too much of a hassle if she has to con her way into a warm tent. No biggie - not the first time.
Sasha knew two things about the snow: it was wet and she didn't like it. It was different than anything she had ever felt and she would take the blistering heat over this any day of the week.
Had she any clue who owned the tent, she would have shook it a bit before calling out. But.. a familiar voice? A bumbling motion? No way. ]
What the - ? Rhys?!
[ It's so stereotypical. What's a gal like her doing in a snowdrift like this? Okay, but she's going to stumble (shhhh don't tell) her way to the flap of the tent, gripping onto the zipper to yank it - nearly ripping it off. ]
What the hell are you - okay, nevermind. Move!
[ Annnd she's crawling in a bit desperately. Snow was getting a bit deep, after all. ]
[ Sasha's knees are digging into his side. His well-padded side, but he is a professional whiner, and he is ready and willing to let Sasha/the universe know when he is inconvenienced. At least it's just a grunt?
He wriggles away to give her a little bit of space. ]
Now close the th- zipper. Zip it. The tent. You're letting out all the... not-cold.
[ Because it would be a stretch to call it 'warm', though it is a marked improvement. ]
[ Sorry, she was just a little bit more ambitious than she thought. Diving into the somewhat tolerable temperature? Good! Leaving the zipper open where said temperature was suddenly dropping? ...Not good! ]
Okay - yeah, let's not -
[ ..do that. She turns, steadying herself enough to grab onto the zipper and tug upwards. It struggles at first and she has a second nature to scold Rhys because he's the one who probably broke it. But. Who is she to make fun of a man and his tent?
The zipper snuggly fits at the bottom and Sasha flops down onto her backside, stuffing her hands in her jacket and rising her shoulders to keep her neck warm. Instincts, amiright? ]
Do I even want to know why you're out here in a tent - or how you're even here?
Uh... same reason you are? Except -- the tent, I got lucky. Yeah, this -- [ He jerks his head in an attempt to gesture at their tiny windblown shelter. ] -- is considered lucky here!
[ Rhys struggles to unpeel his layers, and once he's free, he quickly starts shrugging them around Sasha. He's been here too long to care about how awkward it is.
The first layer is a terrycloth bathrobe. Yellow with rubber duckies. ]
... [ Her mouth opens when Rhys so casually mentions the "luck" he's been bestowed. She also is at a loss of words when he's starting to, you know, strip away his well-earned clothing. There's a slight awkwardness, but - ] You know what, I'll take it.
[ Who the hell is she to turn down a rinky dink shelter and the bath robe? She feels bad, but it's all about survival at this point. There's a clattering of her teeth and a coldness to her nose - her nostrils flared up with red from the exposure. ]
I don't like normal dead, so let's try to avoid that. [ Good idea. ] How long have you been playing wilderness man out here?
[ Rhys' distributing of the layers halts entirely at the mention of Fiona, and a look crosses his face. He tries to set his jaw and look away, like that isn't telling in and of itself. ]
Nope.
[ He busies himself with a thick towel, throwing it over the both of them. Floor is interesting. Floor is freaking FASCINATING. ]
Sometimes, late at night, I can hear her condescending bullshit, but that's just the isolation-nuttiness setting in.
[ He is pinching his thigh. He can keep the facial twitching at bay if he just keeps pinching. ]
[ She needs to derail the conversation. Sasha was a big girl. Fiona didn't need to come in on some white stallion to save her. There's worry - enough worry - but they both trust one another to stay alive. It's what they were best at. And whoop there goes that towel. Oh god, don't get stuffy. Don't make this some cold-but-still-stuffy tent. Those suck. ]
Hey, there's worse things to be stuck hearing at night. You could use some condescending bullshit, toughens you up.
[ Way to make the tent even more awkward, Rhys. The only thing that could make this amplified is hologram Handsome Jack???
She gulps, looking down with a heavy sigh - enough to let her breath clearly show. ]
Thaaaat makes two of us.
[ There's a somberness in her tone, trying not to let him feel the worry she has for her. They were having a damn pow wow of emotion right now and Sasha wasn't really going to fight it, too much? Whatever, gotta let them feels out. ]
Is this the craziest thing you've done here or did I catch you [ and your tent ] on a bad day?
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snowblindmemes2016-01-16 05:18 pm
omg so precious
Sasha knew two things about the snow: it was wet and she didn't like it. It was different than anything she had ever felt and she would take the blistering heat over this any day of the week.
Had she any clue who owned the tent, she would have shook it a bit before calling out. But.. a familiar voice? A bumbling motion? No way. ]
What the - ? Rhys?!
[ It's so stereotypical. What's a gal like her doing in a snowdrift like this? Okay, but she's going to stumble (shhhh don't tell) her way to the flap of the tent, gripping onto the zipper to yank it - nearly ripping it off. ]
What the hell are you - okay, nevermind. Move!
[ Annnd she's crawling in a bit desperately. Snow was getting a bit deep, after all. ]
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[ Sasha's knees are digging into his side. His well-padded side, but he is a professional whiner, and he is ready and willing to let Sasha/the universe know when he is inconvenienced. At least it's just a grunt?
He wriggles away to give her a little bit of space. ]
Now close the th- zipper. Zip it. The tent. You're letting out all the... not-cold.
[ Because it would be a stretch to call it 'warm', though it is a marked improvement. ]
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Okay - yeah, let's not -
[ ..do that. She turns, steadying herself enough to grab onto the zipper and tug upwards. It struggles at first and she has a second nature to scold Rhys because he's the one who probably broke it. But. Who is she to make fun of a man and his tent?
The zipper snuggly fits at the bottom and Sasha flops down onto her backside, stuffing her hands in her jacket and rising her shoulders to keep her neck warm. Instincts, amiright? ]
Do I even want to know why you're out here in a tent - or how you're even here?
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[ Rhys struggles to unpeel his layers, and once he's free, he quickly starts shrugging them around Sasha. He's been here too long to care about how awkward it is.
The first layer is a terrycloth bathrobe. Yellow with rubber duckies. ]
We'd be turbo dead without it.
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[ Who the hell is she to turn down a rinky dink shelter and the bath robe? She feels bad, but it's all about survival at this point. There's a clattering of her teeth and a coldness to her nose - her nostrils flared up with red from the exposure. ]
I don't like normal dead, so let's try to avoid that. [ Good idea. ] How long have you been playing wilderness man out here?
[ And there's a realization... ]
Wait, forget that - have you seen Fiona..?
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Nope.
[ He busies himself with a thick towel, throwing it over the both of them. Floor is interesting. Floor is freaking FASCINATING. ]
Sometimes, late at night, I can hear her condescending bullshit, but that's just the isolation-nuttiness setting in.
[ He is pinching his thigh. He can keep the facial twitching at bay if he just keeps pinching. ]
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[ She needs to derail the conversation. Sasha was a big girl. Fiona didn't need to come in on some white stallion to save her. There's worry - enough worry - but they both trust one another to stay alive. It's what they were best at. And whoop there goes that towel. Oh god, don't get stuffy. Don't make this some cold-but-still-stuffy tent. Those suck. ]
Hey, there's worse things to be stuck hearing at night. You could use some condescending bullshit, toughens you up.
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[ Translation: ALL THE TIME. Despite not wishing Snowhell on anyone, especially not his friends.
It still gets incredibly lonely. ]
She always ke... keeps me on my toes.
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She gulps, looking down with a heavy sigh - enough to let her breath clearly show. ]
Thaaaat makes two of us.
[ There's a somberness in her tone, trying not to let him feel the worry she has for her. They were having a damn pow wow of emotion right now and Sasha wasn't really going to fight it, too much? Whatever, gotta let them feels out. ]
Is this the craziest thing you've done here or did I catch you [ and your tent ] on a bad day?
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[ Oh boy, is he ever glad for a distraction. A real one. He likes channeling excess emotion into tales of his exploits. ]
No, that... th-that award would definitely go to the time I swallowed a computer chip. After being told to surrender it.
It got mega ugly.
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Oh. Ew. I don't even know if I want to know the details of that...
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[ He seems to turn slightly green. Abort. ABORT. ]
... ...okay I can skimp on the details. Your -- your imagination will have to do.
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[ Yuck, don't!!! Sasha shakes the figurative cobwebs out of her head and instead runs her hands up and down her biceps a bit to spur on some warmth. ]
This Angel chick is right, though - you do kinda overreact. By a lot. But... besides that.. things have been okay... right?