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 think our worlds must be very different, indeed. Only four? There are the ten Great Ones from whence I hail. To each a piece of our world and responsibility.
[She's making this up as she goes, but lowers her voice, smooths it out to something silky to wrap around a listener's ears.]
I catch the stars and decorate the skies each night. They are my tapestry, each soul upon our world a point of light for me to work with. Ah! The clouds here wound my heart, so. I cannot see what constellations the one who rides the Night Chariot should make here.
They killed all the others. They're still trying to kill each other.
[She didn't think the stars had to be caught or the sky decorated -- her own gods could reach only as far as the moon when one of them put his mark on the sky. The lady sounds more pleasant than the gods back home, but Ecks is beginning to have her doubts.]
[Although, magical creatures far more powerful than her battling one another for territory sounds about right. Lady is a vagabond. It keeps her safer.]
I did not think it possible for me to be stolen from my own realm, either. Yet, here I am. I cannot feel my children, the skies are out of reach, no dreams are here to comfort me when I close my eyes to see. I do not like this place very much. Do you, child? Pray tell me, have you a name or only a number?
I don't mind this place. I never had dreams, and I don't think it's any worse than where I came from. It's better, in some ways. I'm free here. I didn't know what that meant when I was new, but I think I understand now. If you've been taken, does that mean there aren't any stars left in your world's sky?
The stars will be there, but no one to put them up. I left before the night. My children will face only the moons. We must get out of here. I must, Ecks. [For many reasons.]
Will you help me? Shall we promise to help one another? Zero and four hundred thirty-seven. The Lady of Veils and Ecks.
[Lady's brows shoot up. They've been speaking for all of five or ten minutes and this person wants to get dragged off to a place she's never been before than return to the place she knew? That's... telling. It also sparks a genuine flicker of sympathy in the vixen.
Not that it's going to change what she has to say.]
Of course, Ecks. I would have you come and dance with the children of Elance beneath my tapestry of stars.
[And Ecks can do her dancing while Lady is high-tailing it away before the woman can catch wise to the fact that she's been tricked.]
Tell me, though. Is the place of numbered subjects and four gods really so terrible?
What were you made to be, child? In Elance, we all make our own destinies. Such a thing sounds foreign.
[No it doesn't, but Lady is curious. 'Made' is a strange word, but the idea of some people being subjugated for a particular task or purpose? That's like as not a universal condition for the poorest creatures out there.]
[There's no reproach in the vixen's tone, only curiosity. She doesn't particularly approve of killing except as a last resort, but needs must and she eats living things, herself. Small, stupid beasts, but it's killing all the same.]
I don't know why. They never told me the reason, and I couldn't find a pattern. The people all seemed harmless; at least, none of them fought back much.
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[She's making this up as she goes, but lowers her voice, smooths it out to something silky to wrap around a listener's ears.]
I catch the stars and decorate the skies each night. They are my tapestry, each soul upon our world a point of light for me to work with. Ah! The clouds here wound my heart, so. I cannot see what constellations the one who rides the Night Chariot should make here.
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[She didn't think the stars had to be caught or the sky decorated -- her own gods could reach only as far as the moon when one of them put his mark on the sky. The lady sounds more pleasant than the gods back home, but Ecks is beginning to have her doubts.]
I didn't think a god could be brought here.
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[Although, magical creatures far more powerful than her battling one another for territory sounds about right. Lady is a vagabond. It keeps her safer.]
I did not think it possible for me to be stolen from my own realm, either. Yet, here I am. I cannot feel my children, the skies are out of reach, no dreams are here to comfort me when I close my eyes to see. I do not like this place very much. Do you, child? Pray tell me, have you a name or only a number?
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I would like to be called Ecks.
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Will you help me? Shall we promise to help one another? Zero and four hundred thirty-seven. The Lady of Veils and Ecks.
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I will help you. Only...can you take me to your world when we find the way? I would rather see your stars than go home.
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Not that it's going to change what she has to say.]
Of course, Ecks. I would have you come and dance with the children of Elance beneath my tapestry of stars.
[And Ecks can do her dancing while Lady is high-tailing it away before the woman can catch wise to the fact that she's been tricked.]
Tell me, though. Is the place of numbered subjects and four gods really so terrible?
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She's silent for a moment on the other end of the line. Then there's a toneless hum or groan before she finds it in her to speak.]
I don't want to be what I was made to be. If I go back there they will want to take me back.
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[No it doesn't, but Lady is curious. 'Made' is a strange word, but the idea of some people being subjugated for a particular task or purpose? That's like as not a universal condition for the poorest creatures out there.]
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[That's not the part that worries her, though. What worries her is the part that came next.]
I've killed many people, my Lady.
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Why? More tests?
[There's no reproach in the vixen's tone, only curiosity. She doesn't particularly approve of killing except as a last resort, but needs must and she eats living things, herself. Small, stupid beasts, but it's killing all the same.]
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I disobeyed once, and now I'm here.