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...
[Rella leans forward in her chair with a sigh, dragging her hands down her face and rubbing her temples. A headache, this is a headache. She doesn't know which is more of a headache: Zach, the blizzard, the fact that she has to wear pants and in general feels like she looks the most unkempt she's ever been. All of it is enough to make her, well, want to break a vase.
But she has more self control than that, she's adamant. And the sound of the breaking ceramic still echoes in her ears, making her want to rip them off. Now, it's Rella who stands, but she doesn't pace. Instead, she takes slow strides over toward the closest window, staring blankly at the snowfall.]
Why not play a game? [The quiet game, she almost adds, but forces herself to be at least a little nice.] If you don't think you can focus on one of the delightfully outdated magazines so common around this godforsaken town.
[As long as it's not a game that involves the eyes he's been seeing around the house - the creepy, creepy eyes that were just like Woody's, only emptier, if that was even possible. He wouldn't ever think of a game that would involve them, but it's not like Rella's not a little weird.]
Because I know a lot about football, but I doubt that's what you mean/ No way we can play a drinking game, we only have water. So what? Are we talking strip poker, here? Because I'd be on board with that!
[Rella turns around slowly and looks him over. Is she sizing him up? Is she trying to decide how much she actually wants to strip for him? If she's stir-crazy enough to stoop to that level? Whatever she's thinking, she does not have the face of a woman who's particularly impressed with what she sees.
Nonetheless she seems to find it within herself to smile.]
That would be a fun idea, perhaps, were it not for the temperature. We may not be outside but I daresay the chill inside is enough to make such an activity unfortunately uncomfortable.
[She comes away from the window, slowly approaching so she can slide next to him on the couch. It's a little saddening to her that, without her heels, it's hardly as alluring of a walk. Ah, well. Rella rests one elbow on the back of the couch to prop her chin in her palm.]
How about a game of truths and lies? A way to pass the time and get to know one another better.
[As if she has any real interest in sharing things about herself.]
[Ah, shit. He didn't really expect Rella to say yes to strip poker, and, honestly, with this cold he doesn't actually want to think about being naked, and he desperately doesn't want to think about how small his dick must look. Goddamnit, now he's thinking about it.
Moving on.
Zach tilts his head when she mentions truths and lies, raising an eyebrow. He's not that dumb.]
Why call it a game - let's not pretend you'd tell me any truths, huh?
wheeze tag came in right as I was leaving the house to get some groceries
[Everything, with Rella, feels like a game already. He has the distinct impression of being no more than a mouse right now, being toyed with before being killed. Not that she'd kill him.
Maybe not.]
My poker face is undeniable!
[If they're to start playing at telling lies to each other, he might as well start early. His poker face is shitty; he doesn't need one, his bravado and the amounts of alcohol he's able to ingest usually do the trick. That's why Mindy could always tell when he was lying.]
[Yeah she doesn't buy it for a second. But that's fine. He can be as annoying as he wants to be; Rella's used to men acting like fools. And he seems fairly young, that only makes it more understandable. He's smart enough to be wary, at least, but it's alright. She doesn't have any reason to kill him.
Probably.]
I suppose I'll start, as it was my idea.
[She locks her eyes onto his. This is a serious game for serious people.]
My mother practiced witchcraft, I like dolls, and up until I was brought here I'd never worn a pair of pants. On my honor, only one of these is a lie.
That's fine!!! I'm veryyyyy rusty so I'm no better
Alright then, let's break it down. Witchcraft? I believe it. I can also, for some reason, would believe the pants thing. So...you don't actually like dolls? I mean, I get it, these things are creepy as hell. My sister had one when she was little, and she dragged it everywhere until it looked like a mutilated hobo.
[Zach smirks, jutting his chin out. He refrains from winking, just barely.]
[Rella would be more annoyed with this fact if he had winked. But, thankfully, he refrained, so nobody needs to be embarrassed. She tips her head in an acknowledging nod.]
I would always get them as gifts, but I could never stand their eyes, glassy and staring. Creepy is a rather fitting word, I'll grant you that one.
[Zach's grin grows wider, pleased with himself, and with Rella's reluctant acknowledgement.]
I'm with you here. Dolls, not my thing either - I prefer real girls.
[He's probably tempting his fate with that one. He has nothing better to do.]
Alright, my turn then? I'm a 24, 6-times senior, career high-schooler, I was born in New Jersey, but lived in Texas most of my life, and I have spent a year of my life in prison, all told. Only one of these is a lie.
[Rella's eyes narrow slightly, but at least the rest of her face has remained in it's neutrally good-natured state. She hasn't decided if the "real girls" statement was one that makes her want to roll her eyes or laugh. In a sort of bemused, second-hand embarrassment kind of way, of course.
But, the game. She leans back as she considers the three options. He could be lying about being born in New Jersey, but that seems like a fairly mundane and pointless thing to make a lie about. So either he's incredibly stupid or an incredible slacker or...he's gone to jail. One year collectively. Doesn't sound like a lot. He could have gone to jail several times for small stints.]
Hmm. You don't seem like the type of man who would do well in prison, but I'll be kind and say that the first one is the lie against my better judgment.
[Zach licks his lips, leaning back on the couch and watching Rella as she contemplates his truths and lies. He takes a moment to think she's beautiful, in a pretty lethal way - the kind of woman that would choke you with her thighs, or something.
When she finally answers, Zach grins, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Nope. I've only ever spent a month in prison, and it - wasn't even my fault. I am 24 and have been in high-school forever, which.
[Zach shrugs - it's not something he's proud of, but it's the way things have gone.]
I'm the Milford high school QB, and they've never found someone better. So they've been fucking up with my academics for ages. Not that - I mean, I don't care. It makes things easy for me, and I get to play football!
It seems the advice "follow your instincts" is popular for a reason.
[She totally almost got it right. If only she hadn't doubted the possibility that he really was that pathetic.]
Your aspirations are charmingly simple.
[He reminds Rella of one of her brothers, in that regard. Which isn't something men usually like to hear, and she doesn't like to talk about her family anyway, so that fact will remain firmly off the table.]
But take care not to waste too much time on easy. You're still young, but time has a way of slipping by quicker than you'd think.
[Advice? She doesn't really know why she's giving any. It's not like he'll take it to heart--and considering where they are, he probably wouldn't have the chance to anyway.]
My turn again. I'm a dog person, I only recently learned who my real father is, and I'm in a serious relationship with the Grim Reaper.
[Even if she's right, Zach's not really going to take her mockery lying down. He's never had to question his choices before, always thought, at some point, that he'd move on to better things. A coaching job, probably, starting small in Milford and moving on to bigger cows. UT. The fucking Cowboys.]
Do reign in the condescension, okay? I know to you I'm just an idiot bumbling my way around, but you know nothing of my aspirations, or my ambitions. And anyway, why the fuck does it matter now? It doesn't look like we're ever going to get out of here.
[The idea makes him sad, and angry. He pushes the feelings down, forces himself to square his shoulders, take a deep breath, try to stay calm. He can't be losing his mind over nothing he can control again.
Listening to her truths and lies, Zach wonders - obviously he wants to pick the Grim Reaper, because that's insane, but as the same time, he's witnessed crazier around her, and she seems the kind that'd be able to go toe to toe with Death itself.]
What could you possibly have against dogs? Dogs are awesome, man.
[If Rella has any thoughts on his back-talking, she doesn't make any indication. She does run a hand through her hair, flipping it back behind her shoulder, but otherwise, no comment. So Zach can read into that what he wants. It's probably nothing. Maybe she didn't even hear him (she heard him).
But then he focuses in on her lie--or what he thinks is her lie, and she laughs. She can't help herself--and it's not even a sarcastic or mean spirited laugh. She honestly looks like she thought something was funny. It's probably the most real looking smile she's had on her face since...well, they got stuck in a house together. He just sounded so sure of himself in his doggy defense! It was kind of cute.]
I don’t have anything against dogs--I find them incredibly endearing. Back home I have a Russian Shepherd named Pytor. [Her smile wavers. Is he being taken care of with her gone?]
Of course I’m not romantically involved with the grim reaper. That’s ridiculous. [She shakes her head, still grinning.] We just had a tryst to upset my father. He’s not really my type.
[Zach, despite himself, grins. Rella's laugh is nice, and he's happy to help shift the mood to something a little less dark.
He still wishes she wasn't so uptight.]
What's your type, if not the Grim Reaper?
[He's not really trying to flirt, because he can guess she'll shut him down - she's probably going to ignore the question. It's obvious she thinks them the furthest thing from equals.
Man, now he has to think about lies and truths.]
Okay, let's see. I don't really know my dad, I own a '68 Mustang, and I speak Spanish fluently.
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But she has more self control than that, she's adamant. And the sound of the breaking ceramic still echoes in her ears, making her want to rip them off. Now, it's Rella who stands, but she doesn't pace. Instead, she takes slow strides over toward the closest window, staring blankly at the snowfall.]
Why not play a game? [The quiet game, she almost adds, but forces herself to be at least a little nice.] If you don't think you can focus on one of the delightfully outdated magazines so common around this godforsaken town.
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[As long as it's not a game that involves the eyes he's been seeing around the house - the creepy, creepy eyes that were just like Woody's, only emptier, if that was even possible. He wouldn't ever think of a game that would involve them, but it's not like Rella's not a little weird.]
Because I know a lot about football, but I doubt that's what you mean/ No way we can play a drinking game, we only have water. So what? Are we talking strip poker, here? Because I'd be on board with that!
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Nonetheless she seems to find it within herself to smile.]
That would be a fun idea, perhaps, were it not for the temperature. We may not be outside but I daresay the chill inside is enough to make such an activity unfortunately uncomfortable.
[She comes away from the window, slowly approaching so she can slide next to him on the couch. It's a little saddening to her that, without her heels, it's hardly as alluring of a walk. Ah, well. Rella rests one elbow on the back of the couch to prop her chin in her palm.]
How about a game of truths and lies? A way to pass the time and get to know one another better.
[As if she has any real interest in sharing things about herself.]
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Moving on.
Zach tilts his head when she mentions truths and lies, raising an eyebrow. He's not that dumb.]
Why call it a game - let's not pretend you'd tell me any truths, huh?
wheeze tag came in right as I was leaving the house to get some groceries
A game of lies, then, although I'm not sure whatever you could be implying.
[One of her delicate fingers--her nails somehow still somehow managed to remain clean and nice and unbroken--taps her chin as if in thought.]
The fun is in the lies, after all. Unless you doubt the integrity of your poker face.
XD
Maybe not.]
My poker face is undeniable!
[If they're to start playing at telling lies to each other, he might as well start early. His poker face is shitty; he doesn't need one, his bravado and the amounts of alcohol he's able to ingest usually do the trick. That's why Mindy could always tell when he was lying.]
I'M NOT FAST 8(
[Yeah she doesn't buy it for a second. But that's fine. He can be as annoying as he wants to be; Rella's used to men acting like fools. And he seems fairly young, that only makes it more understandable. He's smart enough to be wary, at least, but it's alright. She doesn't have any reason to kill him.
Probably.]
I suppose I'll start, as it was my idea.
[She locks her eyes onto his. This is a serious game for serious people.]
My mother practiced witchcraft, I like dolls, and up until I was brought here I'd never worn a pair of pants. On my honor, only one of these is a lie.
That's fine!!! I'm veryyyyy rusty so I'm no better
Alright then, let's break it down. Witchcraft? I believe it. I can also, for some reason, would believe the pants thing. So...you don't actually like dolls? I mean, I get it, these things are creepy as hell. My sister had one when she was little, and she dragged it everywhere until it looked like a mutilated hobo.
[Zach smirks, jutting his chin out. He refrains from winking, just barely.]
So, how did I do?
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[Rella would be more annoyed with this fact if he had winked. But, thankfully, he refrained, so nobody needs to be embarrassed. She tips her head in an acknowledging nod.]
I would always get them as gifts, but I could never stand their eyes, glassy and staring. Creepy is a rather fitting word, I'll grant you that one.
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I'm with you here. Dolls, not my thing either - I prefer real girls.
[He's probably tempting his fate with that one. He has nothing better to do.]
Alright, my turn then? I'm a 24, 6-times senior, career high-schooler, I was born in New Jersey, but lived in Texas most of my life, and I have spent a year of my life in prison, all told. Only one of these is a lie.
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But, the game. She leans back as she considers the three options. He could be lying about being born in New Jersey, but that seems like a fairly mundane and pointless thing to make a lie about. So either he's incredibly stupid or an incredible slacker or...he's gone to jail. One year collectively. Doesn't sound like a lot. He could have gone to jail several times for small stints.]
Hmm. You don't seem like the type of man who would do well in prison, but I'll be kind and say that the first one is the lie against my better judgment.
[See? Nice. Kind of. Not really.]
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When she finally answers, Zach grins, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Nope. I've only ever spent a month in prison, and it - wasn't even my fault. I am 24 and have been in high-school forever, which.
[Zach shrugs - it's not something he's proud of, but it's the way things have gone.]
I'm the Milford high school QB, and they've never found someone better. So they've been fucking up with my academics for ages. Not that - I mean, I don't care. It makes things easy for me, and I get to play football!
[Some days, he does.]
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[She totally almost got it right. If only she hadn't doubted the possibility that he really was that pathetic.]
Your aspirations are charmingly simple.
[He reminds Rella of one of her brothers, in that regard. Which isn't something men usually like to hear, and she doesn't like to talk about her family anyway, so that fact will remain firmly off the table.]
But take care not to waste too much time on easy. You're still young, but time has a way of slipping by quicker than you'd think.
[Advice? She doesn't really know why she's giving any. It's not like he'll take it to heart--and considering where they are, he probably wouldn't have the chance to anyway.]
My turn again. I'm a dog person, I only recently learned who my real father is, and I'm in a serious relationship with the Grim Reaper.
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Do reign in the condescension, okay? I know to you I'm just an idiot bumbling my way around, but you know nothing of my aspirations, or my ambitions. And anyway, why the fuck does it matter now? It doesn't look like we're ever going to get out of here.
[The idea makes him sad, and angry. He pushes the feelings down, forces himself to square his shoulders, take a deep breath, try to stay calm. He can't be losing his mind over nothing he can control again.
Listening to her truths and lies, Zach wonders - obviously he wants to pick the Grim Reaper, because that's insane, but as the same time, he's witnessed crazier around her, and she seems the kind that'd be able to go toe to toe with Death itself.]
What could you possibly have against dogs? Dogs are awesome, man.
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But then he focuses in on her lie--or what he thinks is her lie, and she laughs. She can't help herself--and it's not even a sarcastic or mean spirited laugh. She honestly looks like she thought something was funny. It's probably the most real looking smile she's had on her face since...well, they got stuck in a house together. He just sounded so sure of himself in his doggy defense! It was kind of cute.]
I don’t have anything against dogs--I find them incredibly endearing. Back home I have a Russian Shepherd named Pytor. [Her smile wavers. Is he being taken care of with her gone?]
Of course I’m not romantically involved with the grim reaper. That’s ridiculous. [She shakes her head, still grinning.] We just had a tryst to upset my father. He’s not really my type.
[Yes, Rella. Much less ridiculous, thank you.]
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He still wishes she wasn't so uptight.]
What's your type, if not the Grim Reaper?
[He's not really trying to flirt, because he can guess she'll shut him down - she's probably going to ignore the question. It's obvious she thinks them the furthest thing from equals.
Man, now he has to think about lies and truths.]
Okay, let's see. I don't really know my dad, I own a '68 Mustang, and I speak Spanish fluently.