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: LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME Something about the light of the tablet just seems so alluring. You feel compelled to it, checking the network every free moment, and getting agitated when you can't; you need to talk to people, you need to talk to them now, and hopefully they'll actually respond. Maybe others are having similar attachment problems...
Only one way to find out.
TWO: CAN WE GET ANOTHER LIFELINE OR TWO? So that's it. You're stuck. Maybe there's some kind of a coded message you simply can't decipher. Maybe it's as simple as something's blocking your way and you've got a few tools scattered around, but you can't figure out how to use them to solve whatever puzzle is keeping you from progressing. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Either way, you have no idea how to get around it.
Luckily for you, there's a whole network full of helpful - or maybe unhelpful - souls. Perhaps it's time to ask for some assistance? Someone else is bound to have some kind of insight.
Action Prompts
THREE: SWING BATTER BATTER SWING BATTER BATTER SWING The toy store is nice and cozy, even though sometimes it feels like the dolls are watching you. So you've stayed here for just a little too long, and you're starting to notice... things. But that's just your imagination, right? They can't actually be watching you. They can't actually be moving, either. That door opening? Those footsteps? Maybe they're just a figment of your imagination.
...or maybe they're not. Maybe you should take a baseball bat to whoever that is and find out.
FOUR: A FATAL FUGUE Sunset is fast approaching. You can see some buildings up ahead - if you hurry, you'll make it indoors just in time. But wait! Do you hear someone calling for help and feel compelled to investigate? Do you feel a debilitating headache coming on? Or do you suddenly get a really, really bad feeling about actually walking through those doors?
If you don't snap out of it, it could be deadly. Luckily, there's someone already in that house that might be able to drag you to safety, with or without your approval.
[ It is - as usual - fucking freezing. Vriska's twiggy adolescent ass is this close to just falling right off, the tablet warnings are getting really annoying, and now Weird Human Adult With Hat is acting like a wiggler.
Things Vriska does not care about at the moment: people finding fault with this perfectly ordinary shelter, and Hat Lady's survival.
Things Vriska does care about at the moment: the fact that she ate all her own rations already and was maybe kind of counting on Hat Lady for a freebie meal.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. ]
Are you spongedead? Or just completely blind and also deaf to the whole get the fuck inside or die thing? Tell me! I am absolutely the most curious. We have all the time in the world!
[This kid... thing... alien, whatever. Slowly shaving years off of Fiona's life by the second, she can feel it. And Fiona is definitely not sharing her rations. She lets out an aggravated noise, turning to face Vriska and trying to ignore how disconcerting she still finds the kid's appearance. Planting her hands on her hips, she narrows her eyes and does her best to keep herself from shivering.]
Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.
Fine, bro. Sis? Whichever. I'll do that! There ain't nothing to be scared of.
[ She flips Fiona the bird and stomps towards the door, finger waggling as impudently as possible. After turning the handle she kicks the door open, offers a douchey little salute, and steps inside.
The second she's out of sight she starts screaming. These aren't fun screams. These are the kind of screams that say HOLY SHIT I HAVE STUMBLED UPON A DEN OF WILD ANIMALS AND THEY ARE EATING MY FACE. ]
[Whatever, weird troll thing, get yourself killed, SEE IF SHE CARES.
Fiona waits, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest and wondering how a... six year old? She still not too clear on that. How a six year old could be so horrifically obnoxious.
Still. She's a kid, so there's a part of her that instinctively forces her to watch even as Vriska salutes and enters the house.
And then Vriska starts screaming, and Fiona doesn't even think before taking off in her direction, moving as fast as the thick snow will let her. She doesn't have a plan, and she knows that those monsters everyone is talking about are pretty unbeatable, but she'll figure something out, and if it's a human, her chances are even better! Yeah! So she'll just push aside that immediate panic and focus on doing something instead as she reaches the door.]
Meaning she's lying on the floor of the entryway, tongue lolling out of her mouth and her shitty homemade spear tucked under her arm in the worst attempt at portraying a murder ever. It's stupid as fuck, and she only manages to keep it up for a few seconds before bursting into screechy laughter.
She a shit. ]
Haha, oh my god! What a sucker. What a dope. What an unbelievable gullible chumpy chump! There ain't nothing here, grubtard. Check it out!
[ And the only way to demonstrate this is for her to roll all the way from one end of the entryway to the other, finishing with a little wave as she reclines in a classic 'draw me like one of your french trolls' pose.
[She should have known, really. Fiona, you big dumb idiot. She rolls her eyes, crossing the entryway in a few shorts strides to kick one of Vriska's legs.]
Next time you start screaming, I'm going to leave you to whatever weird shit is attacking you.
[But hey, the house seems... relatively safe? That weird feeling is gone, at least. And as if to punctuate Vriska's point, the door slams shut and locks behind them.]
Shut up.
[It's a preemptive "shut up", because she'd bet the last of her rations that Vriska is going to lord this over her.]
Hells yeah! I drank a whole nookload of stuff that was toxic to humans when I got here, and I was just fine.
[ Because admin intervention. And it was just mouthwash. But shut up??? She pokes right back at Fiona's foot with the spear point, humming. Hey, it can't be worse than the gross rations they give to the newbies here, right? ]
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snowblindmemes2016-02-15 04:45 pm
4! YEAH!!!!!!!!
Things Vriska does not care about at the moment: people finding fault with this perfectly ordinary shelter, and Hat Lady's survival.
Things Vriska does care about at the moment: the fact that she ate all her own rations already and was maybe kind of counting on Hat Lady for a freebie meal.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. ]
Are you spongedead? Or just completely blind and also deaf to the whole get the fuck inside or die thing? Tell me! I am absolutely the most curious. We have all the time in the world!
Except that we don't.
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Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.
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Fine, bro. Sis? Whichever. I'll do that! There ain't nothing to be scared of.
[ She flips Fiona the bird and stomps towards the door, finger waggling as impudently as possible. After turning the handle she kicks the door open, offers a douchey little salute, and steps inside.
The second she's out of sight she starts screaming. These aren't fun screams. These are the kind of screams that say HOLY SHIT I HAVE STUMBLED UPON A DEN OF WILD ANIMALS AND THEY ARE EATING MY FACE. ]
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Fiona waits, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest and wondering how a... six year old? She still not too clear on that. How a six year old could be so horrifically obnoxious.
Still. She's a kid, so there's a part of her that instinctively forces her to watch even as Vriska salutes and enters the house.
And then Vriska starts screaming, and Fiona doesn't even think before taking off in her direction, moving as fast as the thick snow will let her. She doesn't have a plan, and she knows that those monsters everyone is talking about are pretty unbeatable, but she'll figure something out, and if it's a human, her chances are even better! Yeah! So she'll just push aside that immediate panic and focus on doing something instead as she reaches the door.]
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Meaning she's lying on the floor of the entryway, tongue lolling out of her mouth and her shitty homemade spear tucked under her arm in the worst attempt at portraying a murder ever. It's stupid as fuck, and she only manages to keep it up for a few seconds before bursting into screechy laughter.
She a shit. ]
Haha, oh my god! What a sucker. What a dope. What an unbelievable gullible chumpy chump! There ain't nothing here, grubtard. Check it out!
[ And the only way to demonstrate this is for her to roll all the way from one end of the entryway to the other, finishing with a little wave as she reclines in a classic 'draw me like one of your french trolls' pose.
She. A. Shit. ]
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Next time you start screaming, I'm going to leave you to whatever weird shit is attacking you.
[But hey, the house seems... relatively safe? That weird feeling is gone, at least. And as if to punctuate Vriska's point, the door slams shut and locks behind them.]
Shut up.
[It's a preemptive "shut up", because she'd bet the last of her rations that Vriska is going to lord this over her.]
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[ It's objective fact! Especially with her shitty-looking-but-secretly-awesome-for-REASONS spear. Gonna wiggle that spear. Gonna wiggle it good. ]
And I dunno why you're telling me to shut up, Hat Human! I was actually waiting for you to thank me. For saving your life?
Like a hero?
A hero that saved your liiiiiiiife?
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Yeah, right. Whatever.
[Her hands are on her hips again, and she's giving Vriska the meanest look she can manage to give a kid. What a brat.]
Don't get too excited. You could have just stolen my pack and let me die. At least then you'd have something to eat.
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[ She wiggles the spear again with an even more obnoxious level of cheer than before. Bl...ess...? ]
Say. What does human flesh taste like~?
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Pretty great, I hear. But you have to cook us first. Our meat is toxic when it's raw. Want to try?
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[ Because admin intervention. And it was just mouthwash. But shut up??? She pokes right back at Fiona's foot with the spear point, humming. Hey, it can't be worse than the gross rations they give to the newbies here, right? ]