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: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
[ fun isn't exactly what she'd call it. she presses her lips together in a thin-lipped smile, stuffing the blanket back in her bag. there's a part of Clarke that doesn't want to see Bellamy at all. there's a part of her that wants to pretend everything has just been a bad dream, and she'll wake up soon enough in her room on the Ark, glancing at the janitor like she knows him when she doesn't. this is the cowardly part of her, the one that wants to run from everything bad and think it'll never catch up with her.
then there's the part of her that is overwhelmed with guilt, yes, but also an irresistible need to atone. Clarke has dedicated herself to aiding others here, hoping to prevent as many deaths as she can. no lives she saves will ever replace the ones she took, but it's something. this part of her doesn't want to leave Bellamy to fend for himself when she knows the terrain better. it doesn't want Bellamy to stay up all night because there's no one to keep watch. it wants Bellamy to feel well-fed, well-rested, and safe; he won't feel like that if he's all alone.
she's begun to think of herself like this. just parts, never a whole. ]
I guess I'll have to show you the ropes then.
[ the corner of her mouth quirks up for a split second, then it's gone. almost like it was never there at all. it's entirely possible to think you imagined it. she picks up a handful of Slim Jims, holding them up for Bellamy to see. ]
Want a tip? These are the most filling. They're supposed to be meat.
[ the key phrase is supposed to be. ]
Don't bother with the pastries. They only give you a short rush of energy, and the crash afterwards isn't fun.
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then there's the part of her that is overwhelmed with guilt, yes, but also an irresistible need to atone. Clarke has dedicated herself to aiding others here, hoping to prevent as many deaths as she can. no lives she saves will ever replace the ones she took, but it's something. this part of her doesn't want to leave Bellamy to fend for himself when she knows the terrain better. it doesn't want Bellamy to stay up all night because there's no one to keep watch. it wants Bellamy to feel well-fed, well-rested, and safe; he won't feel like that if he's all alone.
she's begun to think of herself like this. just parts, never a whole. ]
I guess I'll have to show you the ropes then.
[ the corner of her mouth quirks up for a split second, then it's gone. almost like it was never there at all. it's entirely possible to think you imagined it. she picks up a handful of Slim Jims, holding them up for Bellamy to see. ]
Want a tip? These are the most filling. They're supposed to be meat.
[ the key phrase is supposed to be. ]
Don't bother with the pastries. They only give you a short rush of energy, and the crash afterwards isn't fun.