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: A LONG WALK HOME
You wake up at 6AM when lockdown ends, cold and tired, like you've been walking miles in the snow. But that's normal, isn't it? What isn't normal is your surroundings. You're in a new building, maybe one you've never seen before, or one you know is far, far away from where you were the night before when you fell asleep. If you were traveling with someone, you notice, also, that you are alone. There's no telling where your traveling companion could be.
When you check the network, you notice that @ADMIN has left a message.
Surveillance encountered an error shortly after 8PM last night and was out of order until shortly after 6AM. We apologize for any inconvenience.
Whether or not you're confused or concerned about the message, maybe a post to the network will help you re-orient yourself.
TWO: GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE...
Seems you've found a rather valuable commodity. Something like alcohol, tea, coffee, cigarettes, or perhaps even something medical. Whatever you've found, you have no real interest in it, yourself. But you know that there's a market for it, and you see the opportunity to turn this into a win-win situation. You're not physically around anyone that you know of, so you propose a network-wide trade. And whoever makes the sweetest deal can be the proud owner of their craved luxury.
Action Prompts
THREE: A SYMPHONY OF SOUND
You and your traveling companion thought that the house you decided to stop in for the night seemed normal enough. But lockdown hits, as it does every night, and things start to get strange. Soft sounds of crying; children crying, parents crying, screaming for their own safety. Maybe it's just the sound of the wind rushing so hard through the rubble you fear the ceiling will collapse. Maybe it's your own voice whispering to you to do awful things. Whatever the noise is, it's too much for you to fall asleep, coming to eerie crescendos and ebbing in volume at entirely irregular intervals. Looks like you and whoever you're with are in for a long night.
FOUR: IN DUE TIME
After a grueling day of travel, you and your companion finally come across safe shelter. And it seems to be a nice house, too, with a working fireplace and everything. The only strange part is that you aren't alone--but the other people in the house don't seem to be aware of you. In fact, they don't seem to be aware of anything; they're frozen in time, unmoving, unblinking, not even breathing. They can be touched, but they can't be moved. No matter how hard you try, they're rooted to the spot. They seem to be like you, weighed down with heavy winter wear and backpacks, not like the nondescript shadowy people that wander the town.
Oh well. They're probably harmless, and it isn't like you have time to find a different place to stay.
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snowblindmemes2016-04-15 09:29 pm
idk why it did that icon but ok w/e dw
Trying to watch my weight and all.
because jason was floored by royce's snark obvs
Next time you might want to phrase your offer as an offer. [ Royce is rolling his eyes but it's mostly hidden by the hood. ] I'll take it.
[ Wow, someone who actually understands bartering! Royce is floored. Thanks for not trying to help him. ] Where do I find you?
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[He doesn't sound amused suddenly. When the video turns around, it shows the half-silhouetted nearly six-foot statue of a clown in the corner. The distance is extreme, the clown smaller in shot, so Jason must be across the room either in a doorway or against the wall.] Willy Wonka's factory. Barnum and Bailey's circus.
It's a house. There's one next door. Way out in front is a school.
Just hurry up with the wine. I'm gonna need it if I have to stay in this place for one more God damn minute.
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If you're implying you need the wine to keep your wits about you, I think you're fighting a losing battle. [ He's already heading out into the snow. Shiver. He doesn't like being cold. ] The nonsense you keep spewing already indicates to me that you've lost your mind.
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Lost it way before this place, pal. I'm just gonna self-medicate a little with the wine. [Jason's eyes are down-cast. Something jingles off screen, but Jason doesn't appear startled, so he must be causing the happy-go-lucky sounding tune.
The camera turns around to show the little, sitting clown and its tipping head.] You'd need some wine too if this little shit was looking into your soul with those eyes.
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I'm not your pal. [ Royce says dryly. How come he keeps having to tell people this? ] I was referring more the the fact that you keep using words that aren't actually words, but the... whatever that is works just as well as an explanation.
[ And because he's an asshole: ] I'd be more concerned about the clown in the corner.
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And don't worry, I've got my eyes on that fucker in the corner. [Jason may or may not look up just to make sure said fucker hasn't changed positions.
Five Nights at Snowblind isn't what he wants to play right now, thanks.] The second he moves, the second he gets something sharp jabbed right into one of his eyes.
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See, he was going to just leave it at that, but then Jason had to insult his intelligence, so Royce doesn't feel that tiny bit of remorse he usually does when he jerks people around. ] You'll understand if I don't want to come in. The stories I've heard mention it doesn't like it when there's more than one person in the house.
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Who the fuck collects clown shit anyway.
The only reason I'm not already waiting on you outside is because it's twenty below, and I like having my balls warm and not frozen solid.
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You could walk to meet me in front of the school. You don't end up dead, I don't have to loot your body for your meager amount of food. We all win.
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[He doesn't go out the front door because the giant clown is too close to it, and he's cautious.
But half-way through the kitchen, he stops and jerks his head around like he's listening. After a moment, whispering:] Okay, you know what, I'd rather fucking freeze to death with your grouchy ass than be in here.
How far away are you?
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I can see the school from where I'm at. Maybe twenty minutes, to reach the front. [ He pulls his cloak closer, ignoring his stomach and the lack of energy he has. ] Don't get murdered by the clown before you can give me my end of the deal, or you'll be missing fingers when you wake up.
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He pauses, a tad startled--then tries the knob. It's locked, and he isn't sure whether to be hella glad or insulted.] I fucking hate clowns. [They're creepy, they're unpredictable, their assholes; he hates them.
The snow isn't as much of a relief as he would have liked, and though he enjoys the chill that cools his overly hot nerves from the clown house, he doesn't enjoy the fact he could go hypothermic from having sweated and is now in subzero temperatures for longer than five minutes.
The tablet gets put inside his zipped jacket, and even if Royce can't see shit but darkness on the screen, he'll be able to hear Jason exhaling as he pushes along. It's rough, like a work-out. Average people might not last long. You gotta lift your legs high to get through, over and over. You gotta stay warm. You've gotta know your orientation.]
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Royce is closer to the school, though, and as such, he makes it there first. It's been a good fifteen minutes of moving in something that doesn't really want to be moved, and Royce is exhausted and frozen. He climbs the steps and then curls up in front of the doors that lead into the school, trying to at least be in the sun somewhat.
His breath is a little short and his shivering is almost apparent in his tone, but he still manages to be sardonic when he speaks up over the tablet: ] Still alive, or am I going to have to search in the snow for my food?