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...
[ This is all extremely undignified. Again behaving in a manner almost entirely unlike a basket of kittens, Vriska doesn't land on her feet when she's dropped. She lands on her bony excuse for a butt. There's not quite an audible clunk, but there almost is and I can exaggerate all I want okay you're not the boss of me.
Anyway. Vriska. She backs up, eyes flicking to every corner of the tent (this guy is big and horned and adult, and every young troll knows that means danger) before scuttling to one side and glowering silently.
The silence lasts for, oh. Eight seconds? ]
Just so we are absolutely clear about this, I so could have taken you if you'd played fair. Who yanks a lady off her feet like that with no warning? A douche is who. Rude.
[There isn't much distance between them, even after the scuttling. He takes up most of the tent with his bulk no matter how much he might try to make himself smaller.
A flat, unimpressed look. He takes in her skin, her horns, her eyes, and finds them all extremely odd. Not a Beast, not a human, but something in between? Was that even possible? It doesn't bear thinking about. Just, gross.]
Bold words, coming from the one threatening to eat her way inside my lodgings. Try that often, do you?
[ Wait. Waity-wait-wait. Answering with "yes" makes it look like she either gets caught out in the snow like this a lot, or it gives the impression that she has some really weird habits that involve literally eating people out of house and home. NIX THAT. ]
I mean... no.
[ BUT WAIT. Now she looks like she's a weaky-weak wiggler who never ate a dude's shelter in her entire life. And okay, she hasn't ever done that (except that one time in the Land of Little Cubes and Tea when Tavros tried hiding from her in a sugar cube fort. Good times), but Mr. Goatse over here doesn't need to know that. He has to realise that she is Vriska Motherfucking Serket, and that she is to be feared. Yeah!!!!!!!! ]
Wait! I mean... I mean I don't just try it, bub. I ate like a whole village once. It was delicious.
[A slow, slow quirk of a bushy eyebrow. With a friend like Gruntos, the least pickiest of eaters that ever was, he could almost believe that.]
And yet the extra calories do not seem to have done you any good. I'd be surprised if you came up to my waist.
[He reaches past her to zip up the tent flaps. She would get the worst of the wind chill, otherwise, and if she froze to death in the night because of it then this mutually annoying situation would have been for nothing.]
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Anyway. Vriska. She backs up, eyes flicking to every corner of the tent (this guy is big and horned and adult, and every young troll knows that means danger) before scuttling to one side and glowering silently.
The silence lasts for, oh. Eight seconds? ]
Just so we are absolutely clear about this, I so could have taken you if you'd played fair. Who yanks a lady off her feet like that with no warning? A douche is who. Rude.
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A flat, unimpressed look. He takes in her skin, her horns, her eyes, and finds them all extremely odd. Not a Beast, not a human, but something in between? Was that even possible? It doesn't bear thinking about. Just, gross.]
Bold words, coming from the one threatening to eat her way inside my lodgings. Try that often, do you?
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[ Wait. Waity-wait-wait. Answering with "yes" makes it look like she either gets caught out in the snow like this a lot, or it gives the impression that she has some really weird habits that involve literally eating people out of house and home. NIX THAT. ]
I mean... no.
[ BUT WAIT. Now she looks like she's a weaky-weak wiggler who never ate a dude's shelter in her entire life. And okay, she hasn't ever done that (except that one time in the Land of Little Cubes and Tea when Tavros tried hiding from her in a sugar cube fort. Good times), but Mr. Goatse over here doesn't need to know that. He has to realise that she is Vriska Motherfucking Serket, and that she is to be feared. Yeah!!!!!!!! ]
Wait! I mean... I mean I don't just try it, bub. I ate like a whole village once. It was delicious.
[ too far, serket ]
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And yet the extra calories do not seem to have done you any good. I'd be surprised if you came up to my waist.
[He reaches past her to zip up the tent flaps. She would get the worst of the wind chill, otherwise, and if she froze to death in the night because of it then this mutually annoying situation would have been for nothing.]