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...
[Steve leans around her to zip the tent back up, then has the presence of mind to turn off his music player before he wastes any of the precious battery life. He's about to ask about Sir Reginald when—OH GOD.
Steve's entire head turns red and he just sort of stares at the girl with a constipated expression on his face, trying to process what the heck just happened and how he's supposed to respond to that.]
UM. [Clears his throat.] ..........Thhhhanks?
[He looks and sounds really unsure about that. He clears his throat again.]
Um. How long have I been in this tent? Since lockdown. No crumpets I'm afraid... I have a few little... whole wheat buns? Are you hungry?
[His brain is still reeling a little over being sexually harassed BY A CHILD.]
[Tina seems completely oblivious to Steve's discomfort, or even to the fact that she might have said something deeply inappropriate. She's sitting on her hands, maybe to warm them up a bit, bouncing up and down in a manner that suggests she has waaaaay too much energy to burn.]
We could eat, right, sir Reginald? This place has NO crumpets, it's a bummer. Angel said we could go on a grocery run later, though, so maybe there'll be crumpets there.
I meant how long have you been HERE here. [Tina makes an expansive sweeping gesture with one arm.] I just got here, and this place is BONNNKERRRRS! I come from Pandora, so that's saying something! Angel says you can't even blow up the monsters. What even is the point?
Too bad there's no butter. Butter goes okay with wheat buns, but it is the BOMB on crumpets.
[The rapid-fire chatter makes his eyes glaze over a little. It's hard for his brain to keep up with.]
If anywhere would have crumpets, it would be the grocery store. And if it doesn't, it might have English muffins? Those are... almost like crumpets?
Oh. Uh, just about a month exactly. You came in with the latest group, then? You settling in OK?
[Steve takes her various comments to mean she'd like a wheat bun, so he digs around in his pack for a couple of buns and holds one out to her.]
They're... kinda buttery already? I think they were sprayed with PAM or something. [Clint had introduced him to the concept of PAM. He found the concept rather disgusting, but he has to admit that the buttery flavor is very satisfying when he's short on calories.] They're cold, not much I can do about that, but otherwise it's pretty decent bread.
I dunno. I've only been here a little while. It's different from Pandora. Way colder, except for the Southern Shelf, but I never went there. It's all snow and bullymongs and rakks trying to eat your face. I like my digs better. Stalkers and varkids aren't as bad, except for when the stalkers go cloaked, but that's why I set up land mines.
I like it when bandits wander into the varkid farms. [She grins widely]
[Tina accepts the bun, tears off a small piece and smushes it into one of the air holes in the lid of the jar she set down next to her.]
Thanks! Who's Pam? Is she here?
[She crams as much of the bun into her mouth as she can, making whatever else she's saying completely indecipherable.]
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snowblindmemes2016-01-16 05:18 pm
OH GOD TINA WHY XDDDDDD
Steve's entire head turns red and he just sort of stares at the girl with a constipated expression on his face, trying to process what the heck just happened and how he's supposed to respond to that.]
UM. [Clears his throat.] ..........Thhhhanks?
[He looks and sounds really unsure about that. He clears his throat again.]
Um. How long have I been in this tent? Since lockdown. No crumpets I'm afraid... I have a few little... whole wheat buns? Are you hungry?
[His brain is still reeling a little over being sexually harassed BY A CHILD.]
LOL Oh, Steve. I'M SORRY, BUT TINA ISN'T.
We could eat, right, sir Reginald? This place has NO crumpets, it's a bummer. Angel said we could go on a grocery run later, though, so maybe there'll be crumpets there.
I meant how long have you been HERE here. [Tina makes an expansive sweeping gesture with one arm.] I just got here, and this place is BONNNKERRRRS! I come from Pandora, so that's saying something! Angel says you can't even blow up the monsters. What even is the point?
Too bad there's no butter. Butter goes okay with wheat buns, but it is the BOMB on crumpets.
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If anywhere would have crumpets, it would be the grocery store. And if it doesn't, it might have English muffins? Those are... almost like crumpets?
Oh. Uh, just about a month exactly. You came in with the latest group, then? You settling in OK?
[Steve takes her various comments to mean she'd like a wheat bun, so he digs around in his pack for a couple of buns and holds one out to her.]
They're... kinda buttery already? I think they were sprayed with PAM or something. [Clint had introduced him to the concept of PAM. He found the concept rather disgusting, but he has to admit that the buttery flavor is very satisfying when he's short on calories.] They're cold, not much I can do about that, but otherwise it's pretty decent bread.
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I like it when bandits wander into the varkid farms. [She grins widely]
[Tina accepts the bun, tears off a small piece and smushes it into one of the air holes in the lid of the jar she set down next to her.]
Thanks! Who's Pam? Is she here?
[She crams as much of the bun into her mouth as she can, making whatever else she's saying completely indecipherable.]