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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...
[Zach makes a face, scrunching up his features. It's not that he doesn't like help but asking for it, that's...something else entirely.]
I, uh....No, no, I don't. I don't really know many people around here. I mean, no, I know people, okay, I have friends, I have lots of friends, I even have a girlfriend, okay, I'm not a loser!
[It's just...this place. This place is so cold. Zach takes a breath, composes himself as best he can.]
What do you think they'd say? That it's some kind of message, or just someone butt-messaged me? It doesn't even have a network ID!
[Steve smiles a little, and tries to make sure it looks friendly and reassuring and not just amused.]
Well, now you know me too, so there's that. I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.
[Steve frowns a little.]
You got this as a message, over the network? ...I really don't know. It could be code, like I said, but I'm no cryptographer, I wouldn't know how to say if it is or it isn't. Or... sometimes old messages just pop up out of nowhere, seems like, or we have deceased former residents on the network. And... sometimes when the Admin sends us stuff, or we find old data, it's kind of degraded. This is the worst I've seen, though.
[Zach pauses, shivers in his jacket. Goddamnit it's cold. He stands, his mucles aching a little, and starts pacing, keeping to the side of a building, trying to avoid the wind.]
So this could be more information about what's going on around here, if we manage to decode it? Man, imagine if it's only, like, a fart noise from a dead body instead of anything actually helpful? But if it tells us where they've hidden a stash of corndogs I'm willing to learn how to decode anything!
Could be! Like I said, the people most likely to be able to help would be England and Angel. I know England decoded something for Nathan, once. His username is '@ScepteredIsle', capital S, capital I, if you want to contact him. I dunno about Angel's codebreaking skills specifically but I know she's really good at computer things, and I saw her name come up in a discussion of codes. She's '@guardian', all lower-case.
[He chuckles.]
Oh man. ...I could go for a corndog, definitely.
[He frowns a little. He can see some of the background behind Zach's head, so he's been watching the scenery swing one way and then the other as Zach paces back and forth in front of a building, not really going anywhere. He also definitely saw that shiver.]
Hey... you seem kinda cold. There a reason you're outside? It's warmer inside, is all—well, slightly warmer. Out of the wind, anyway.
Thanks, maybe I'll - I'll send them this message, or something. See what they can make of it.
[Zach grins, lopsided. He can't stop thinking about proper food. When he thinks hard enough about it, it's like he can taste chocolate.]
I miss food that doesn't taste like paste, man, you have no idea.
[Zach bites his lip and throws a look around. Obviously there are some houses around, but Zach has been avoiding them during the day, only going in at night. He can't really explain why, even if Steve makes him want to try, what with all his earnest smiles and honest, simple questions.]
I just - it's stupid, okay, I just don't feel comfortable in these houses, I guess? When it's daylight I'd rather be outside. Everything creaks so much indoors!
[Steve shrugs, quirking his own wry little half smile.]
I dunno, the chow at the school isn't too bad, better than what I had in the Army. It does get a bit monotonous, though. ...I hear there's a grocery store down past the ice caves, real fresh food, produce and baked goods and all. I gotta get down there sometime.
[Steve winces.]
Ah. No, I know what you mean, some of the houses are—weird inside. Uncomfortable. I can't really blame you.
[Real food? The idea is enough to make Zach salivate. He runs his sleeve over his mouth, looking away from his tablet, at his surroundings. He keeps on hearing noises, it's unsettling.]
Let me know when you do - I'd totally come with you. I'd kill a million monsters to get a danish.
[No, really, there's a noise. Zach's head snap up again, and frowns. Night's going to fall soon enough, too. Fuck.]
I'm from Texas, you know. I like the open air. I'm not used to tiny, loud houses, but I guess I should really find one soon, before it gets too late.
I'm fairly close to the school, just a bit into the neighborhood. I've just found a house that looks still in one piece, I'm gonna go explore it. Maybe I can sleep in it.
[Zach shivers again, stepping inside the house with a sense of dread filling his stomach.]
Yeah, before this, I'd barely ever seen snow. It's...not my favorite, I won't lie!
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I, uh....No, no, I don't. I don't really know many people around here. I mean, no, I know people, okay, I have friends, I have lots of friends, I even have a girlfriend, okay, I'm not a loser!
[It's just...this place. This place is so cold. Zach takes a breath, composes himself as best he can.]
What do you think they'd say? That it's some kind of message, or just someone butt-messaged me? It doesn't even have a network ID!
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Well, now you know me too, so there's that. I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.
[Steve frowns a little.]
You got this as a message, over the network? ...I really don't know. It could be code, like I said, but I'm no cryptographer, I wouldn't know how to say if it is or it isn't. Or... sometimes old messages just pop up out of nowhere, seems like, or we have deceased former residents on the network. And... sometimes when the Admin sends us stuff, or we find old data, it's kind of degraded. This is the worst I've seen, though.
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[Zach pauses, shivers in his jacket. Goddamnit it's cold. He stands, his mucles aching a little, and starts pacing, keeping to the side of a building, trying to avoid the wind.]
So this could be more information about what's going on around here, if we manage to decode it? Man, imagine if it's only, like, a fart noise from a dead body instead of anything actually helpful? But if it tells us where they've hidden a stash of corndogs I'm willing to learn how to decode anything!
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Could be! Like I said, the people most likely to be able to help would be England and Angel. I know England decoded something for Nathan, once. His username is '@ScepteredIsle', capital S, capital I, if you want to contact him. I dunno about Angel's codebreaking skills specifically but I know she's really good at computer things, and I saw her name come up in a discussion of codes. She's '@guardian', all lower-case.
[He chuckles.]
Oh man. ...I could go for a corndog, definitely.
[He frowns a little. He can see some of the background behind Zach's head, so he's been watching the scenery swing one way and then the other as Zach paces back and forth in front of a building, not really going anywhere. He also definitely saw that shiver.]
Hey... you seem kinda cold. There a reason you're outside? It's warmer inside, is all—well, slightly warmer. Out of the wind, anyway.
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[Zach grins, lopsided. He can't stop thinking about proper food. When he thinks hard enough about it, it's like he can taste chocolate.]
I miss food that doesn't taste like paste, man, you have no idea.
[Zach bites his lip and throws a look around. Obviously there are some houses around, but Zach has been avoiding them during the day, only going in at night. He can't really explain why, even if Steve makes him want to try, what with all his earnest smiles and honest, simple questions.]
I just - it's stupid, okay, I just don't feel comfortable in these houses, I guess? When it's daylight I'd rather be outside. Everything creaks so much indoors!
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I dunno, the chow at the school isn't too bad, better than what I had in the Army. It does get a bit monotonous, though. ...I hear there's a grocery store down past the ice caves, real fresh food, produce and baked goods and all. I gotta get down there sometime.
[Steve winces.]
Ah. No, I know what you mean, some of the houses are—weird inside. Uncomfortable. I can't really blame you.
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Let me know when you do - I'd totally come with you. I'd kill a million monsters to get a danish.
[No, really, there's a noise. Zach's head snap up again, and frowns. Night's going to fall soon enough, too. Fuck.]
I'm from Texas, you know. I like the open air. I'm not used to tiny, loud houses, but I guess I should really find one soon, before it gets too late.
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All right, I will. ...Where in town are you?
[Steve winces.]
Texas, huh? Yeesh, big climate change for you, then. ...I'm a New Yorker, this is way worse than New York but I've known a few snowy winters anyway.
...Yeah, good idea, you don't wanna take chances with lockdown.
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[Zach shivers again, stepping inside the house with a sense of dread filling his stomach.]
Yeah, before this, I'd barely ever seen snow. It's...not my favorite, I won't lie!