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.
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ONE: YOUR COOPERATION IS APPRECIATED When you wake up, you find that a new application has been downloaded to your tablet. It's titled "SURVEY" and is exactly what it claims to be--although there's no explanation to why it's appeared or what it is for other than the note that claims the survey is not opt-out and that your cooperation is appreciated. And more troubling, the questions become more sinister the farther in you answer. Such questions as, "on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your stay?" and "have your needs been met in a timely manner?" become more akin to, "if you had to chose between the two, would you eat your hands or your feet to stave off the hunger?" and "are you sure you are not the last one still alive?"
Perhaps someone on the Network would like to discuss what this could mean--and if there are any consequences behind finishing or refusing to take the survey.
TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know.
Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck.
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THREE: SPIDERS IN THE WALLS Somehow you or your travel companion injured themselves. A quick call to the admin fixed this, but now you can't help but be gripped with the burning curiosity of where the helpful spiders she deployed have gone. You saw them scramble toward the vents, but by the time paralysis wore off they'd completely disappeared. Only now you can't stop thinking about them. Where do they go to? How can they be trapped or followed? You swear you hear little mechanical pattering inside the walls. Maybe you can find some sort of tool to help you break into a vent around the house. Or maybe your companion can convince you to rest before you hurt yourself.
FOUR: SCHOOL DAYS You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea.
Like tickling. [But she doesn't trust it really. Ghosts. She's never seen a ghost in her life, but Dunwall isn't such a great place concerning ghosts. Those ghosts are probably vengeful and angry.]
A wyrm is-- [She struggles for an explanation while walking along by his leg and waist.] A big--serpent. A big snake with wings sometimes that steals treasure and then sits on top of it and won't let anyone else touch it.
Oh! It breathes fire. And it gets mad if you try to take its treasure, and then it tries to kill you.
I've never heard of a dragon. [She has; they're called wyrms!] No, I've never seen a wyrm. But I've read about them in stories. I think I would like to see one, though.
I bet I could fight one if I had-- [A slamming door startles her, and she quickly reaches out to clasp at whatever she can of Alfie's clothes--jacket, shirt, trouser leg. Looking over her shoulder warily, she isn't sure if she should buckle up and be brave or tell Aflie they should get the hell out of there.] Um--
[His brow furrows deeply. He doesn't want to turn back now, not when they're so close to the cafeteria and the food - but while he isn't quite scared, he's still not liking this much. He's never seen the school's paranormal element this active. He lets Emily hang on to him, and when another door slams behind them - even closer this time - he brings a hand up to rest on her shoulder.]
[Then, flatly:] There's someone back there. [Or something. Emily didn't take too long to gander, and she has such an imagination, maybe it's best she didn't.
Still, she isn't looking behind them any more, and she isn't looking up at Alfie either. Her gripping knuckles are white.]
If you can't run, I'll fight them. [She takes a very fast chance to look back.] They aren't moving. Is it a ghost?
[Which means it's a ghost... or an anomaly. And while ghosts might not worry him too much, anomalies definitely do. Even if they do decide to ditch the food pick-up, they can't go back the way they came without passing by it.]
Right. Cafeteria's down the hall and after two left turns. And if you can't run fast enough, there's a little closet on the way, on the right. I can move fine.
[For short distances, at least; he's more of a sprinter.]
Go, now.
[He breaks into a run, pushing her on ahead of him.]
[Don't be scared, she tells herself. She can't be scared because Corvo wouldn't be scared of something so silly as ghosts (little does she know), and Corvo could and would fight them, and so she can fight them, and she doesn't have to be scared.
And Alfie has been nice to her so far, and he's here, and she'll be all right. She has gone through worse things than weird not-people.] Okay. [Reluctant to let go of him, she does. Her feet take her off, and she goes as fast as she can.
Remembering the sticky, humid, perfume-filled halls of the Golden Cat when they kept finding her trying to escape. She ran as fast as she could.
Doors blow open angrily on each side, but she doesn't scream, just covers her ears with her hands and grits her teeth and runs. Two left turns. One goes by. In the distance at the second, there's the Person.
She jumps at the closet door. It groans against her insistence, not budging. Panic rises in her throat, and the Person is closer when she looks again.
The only thing she can think to yell is:] GO AWAY!
[Oh, fuck. Alfie's slower than she is, but not by much. He comes up quickly and grabs her by the shoulders, shoving her ahead of him into one of the empty (or at least apparently empty) classrooms and slamming the door shut behind them, hoping that it won't just slam open again. Spotting a large supply cabinet, he drops his cane on the ground and heads for it immediately, pushing it in front of the door.
He just hopes that whatever this thing is, it's more frightening than dangerous. He also really hopes it can't teleport.]
[Alfie scares her terribly, but she isn't resistant to being shuffled into the room.
At first, she thinks he may be injured when the cane clatters, but then she leaps to help him shove the supply cabinet across to the door. (Her help is not much, but it is something.) Her strain at least lets her believe she is doing some good.]
It moved! It's a ghost! It's not a friendly ghost!
What is happening? It feels like--I was choking when I was out there!
[Once the cabinet is blocking the door, he throws a couple of desks in front of it for good measure, talking over his shoulder as he does so.]
Don't know. In some of the houses here, in some of the buildings, there's things that affect you. Make you see things, hear things, feel things. Yeah? They can't actually hurt you, but it feels like they can.
N-no. [Maybe.] I don't know! [Staying clear of Alfie's newest barricade additions, she scoops up his cane and clutches it to her chest as doors out in the hallway continue to open and slam shut.]
Things, like--magic? How do we stop it? Will they go away? If we're stuck--
[He doesn't like that the doors are still slamming, but at least this one seems to be holding so far. As satisfied as he can be with his efforts, he finally turns around to focus on the girl.]
Wait a few minutes, eh? See what happens next.
[With any luck, it'll just... get bored and go away.]
[Alfie has an unsettling number of weapons - or at last weaponizable things - himself, but unfortunately, none of them are really good against monsters.]
Then we're gonna stay here for now, eh? And if it's not gone in-- let's give it ten minutes. If it's not gone by then, then you and I are gonna come up with another plan to get ourselves out of here.
He's... [Corvo is a lot of things, and some of them even she has been sworn to secrecy with. Don't tell. Promise you won't tell.] He's the royal Lord Protector. He--was. And then he wasn't. And now he is again.
Have you seen him? He wears a blue jacket, and he has a scary mask like a skeleton, but it's metal, but he's not a bad man. He had to hide his face because people thought he murdered my mother, but he didn't. I was there.
[Despite the reassurance, Emily frowns. Perhaps there is a lingering thought of, even in the company of others, being truly alone here.] That's okay. [Even if it isn't.] It's better...
[Her dark eyes lower to Alfie's feet, in a space just behind. Confusion, then shock. She takes half a step back into one of the remaining desks, reaching up to point.] Something--
Something is leaking! [About the peculiar black puddle oozing along the floor around the crevices of the cabinet and desks.] Watch out!
[He gestures to one that's not currently being used as part of the barricade, and hops up on another himself. Then he digs into his pack, pulls out a couple sheets of paper towel, and crumples them into a ball - which he tosses at the puddle, to see if it affects the paper in any way. So many things here are just illusions. Maybe this is, too.]
[Obediently, Emily turns and climbs onto the desk as the pitch spreads. She doesn't say a word. It swallows up the paper towels hungrily, devours it, then continues on without slowing. Wraps around the feet of the desks, but thankfully doesn't climb it. Liquifies the floor below them until they are floating in a sea of darkness.
It bubbles out of the edge of the ceiling and down the walls.
Emily gives Alfie a look, but before she can speak, the blackness splits near the jumble of desks at the door, widens into a little footprint; in front of it, another; in front of that one, another; and so on. Walking footsteps, strolling, appearing before being consumed against. At the board on the opposite side of the room, they pause, then are displaced by the dark liquid.
As the mess dissipates, leaving behind gruesome stains, something is left on the board: l e a v e
As soon as the sludge looked like it was going to reach the desks, Alfie had turned towards Emily, ready to grab her up if her desk had started to be engulfed. Luckily, that doesn't happen, but he stays tense and alert, prepared to move.
And when it dries up, he does. He jumps down, holding out a hand to Emily to help her do the same, if she needs it.]
There is a convenience store with food, a little more than a day's walk from here. Try there instead, yeah?
[Her mary janed feet touch the floor after accepting Alfie's generous hand. It takes her a second or two to realize she's not going to be suddenly swallowed whole.] You said you never heard any complaints.
[Likewise, a glance at the board. A nod of agreement, however. About hurrying.]
[He heads for the door fast, tugging Emily along, and carrying the cane instead of walking with it.]
There's strange things that happen sometimes. Blood coming out of the pianos. I've never heard of anything like that before.
[He's still not completely convinced it wasn't an illusion, but he doesn't want to risk it by sticking around to test the situation. Not today, and not with a kid in tow.]
If we made 'em angry, we're leaving now, aren't we?
[He raises his voice to address anything that might still be hanging around.]
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[He gives her another glance, slowing down a little.]
What's a wyrm?
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A wyrm is-- [She struggles for an explanation while walking along by his leg and waist.] A big--serpent. A big snake with wings sometimes that steals treasure and then sits on top of it and won't let anyone else touch it.
Oh! It breathes fire. And it gets mad if you try to take its treasure, and then it tries to kill you.
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[He glances down, making sure the cane he's walking with isn't going to trip her up.]
Have you ever seen one?
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I bet I could fight one if I had-- [A slamming door startles her, and she quickly reaches out to clasp at whatever she can of Alfie's clothes--jacket, shirt, trouser leg. Looking over her shoulder warily, she isn't sure if she should buckle up and be brave or tell Aflie they should get the hell out of there.] Um--
[Whispered:] Have you ever seen one? A ghost.
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[His brow furrows deeply. He doesn't want to turn back now, not when they're so close to the cafeteria and the food - but while he isn't quite scared, he's still not liking this much. He's never seen the school's paranormal element this active. He lets Emily hang on to him, and when another door slams behind them - even closer this time - he brings a hand up to rest on her shoulder.]
Push on, eh? Come on, we can do it.
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[Then, flatly:] There's someone back there. [Or something. Emily didn't take too long to gander, and she has such an imagination, maybe it's best she didn't.
Still, she isn't looking behind them any more, and she isn't looking up at Alfie either. Her gripping knuckles are white.]
If you can't run, I'll fight them. [She takes a very fast chance to look back.] They aren't moving. Is it a ghost?
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It's not a person.
[Which means it's a ghost... or an anomaly. And while ghosts might not worry him too much, anomalies definitely do. Even if they do decide to ditch the food pick-up, they can't go back the way they came without passing by it.]
Right. Cafeteria's down the hall and after two left turns. And if you can't run fast enough, there's a little closet on the way, on the right. I can move fine.
[For short distances, at least; he's more of a sprinter.]
Go, now.
[He breaks into a run, pushing her on ahead of him.]
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And Alfie has been nice to her so far, and he's here, and she'll be all right. She has gone through worse things than weird not-people.] Okay. [Reluctant to let go of him, she does. Her feet take her off, and she goes as fast as she can.
Remembering the sticky, humid, perfume-filled halls of the Golden Cat when they kept finding her trying to escape. She ran as fast as she could.
Doors blow open angrily on each side, but she doesn't scream, just covers her ears with her hands and grits her teeth and runs. Two left turns. One goes by. In the distance at the second, there's the Person.
She jumps at the closet door. It groans against her insistence, not budging. Panic rises in her throat, and the Person is closer when she looks again.
The only thing she can think to yell is:] GO AWAY!
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He just hopes that whatever this thing is, it's more frightening than dangerous. He also really hopes it can't teleport.]
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At first, she thinks he may be injured when the cane clatters, but then she leaps to help him shove the supply cabinet across to the door. (Her help is not much, but it is something.) Her strain at least lets her believe she is doing some good.]
It moved! It's a ghost! It's not a friendly ghost!
What is happening? It feels like--I was choking when I was out there!
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Don't know. In some of the houses here, in some of the buildings, there's things that affect you. Make you see things, hear things, feel things. Yeah? They can't actually hurt you, but it feels like they can.
You still feel like you're choking now?
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Things, like--magic? How do we stop it? Will they go away? If we're stuck--
Do we have to fight?
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[He doesn't like that the doors are still slamming, but at least this one seems to be holding so far. As satisfied as he can be with his efforts, he finally turns around to focus on the girl.]
Wait a few minutes, eh? See what happens next.
[With any luck, it'll just... get bored and go away.]
You all right, then?
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Dutifully, she purses her lips and stands taller, gripping Alfie's cane like a sword.] I'm all right.
I'll fight it--them. I'll fight them if I have to do it. If we don't, we might get stuck. What if it never leaves?
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[Alfie has an unsettling number of weapons - or at last weaponizable things - himself, but unfortunately, none of them are really good against monsters.]
Have you got anything bigger?
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An apology.] I don't have anything but the notebook that records voices. I don't even...
I don't know where Corvo is either.
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[He takes the cane.]
Who's Corvo?
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Have you seen him? He wears a blue jacket, and he has a scary mask like a skeleton, but it's metal, but he's not a bad man. He had to hide his face because people thought he murdered my mother, but he didn't. I was there.
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[That's definitely something that he would have remembered.]
More than likely, he's safe at home, like everyone else we know.
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[Her dark eyes lower to Alfie's feet, in a space just behind. Confusion, then shock. She takes half a step back into one of the remaining desks, reaching up to point.] Something--
Something is leaking! [About the peculiar black puddle oozing along the floor around the crevices of the cabinet and desks.] Watch out!
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[He gestures to one that's not currently being used as part of the barricade, and hops up on another himself. Then he digs into his pack, pulls out a couple sheets of paper towel, and crumples them into a ball - which he tosses at the puddle, to see if it affects the paper in any way. So many things here are just illusions. Maybe this is, too.]
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It bubbles out of the edge of the ceiling and down the walls.
Emily gives Alfie a look, but before she can speak, the blackness splits near the jumble of desks at the door, widens into a little footprint; in front of it, another; in front of that one, another; and so on. Walking footsteps, strolling, appearing before being consumed against. At the board on the opposite side of the room, they pause, then are displaced by the dark liquid.
As the mess dissipates, leaving behind gruesome stains, something is left on the board: l e a v e
Crumpled on the floor is Alfie's paper towels.]
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As soon as the sludge looked like it was going to reach the desks, Alfie had turned towards Emily, ready to grab her up if her desk had started to be engulfed. Luckily, that doesn't happen, but he stays tense and alert, prepared to move.
And when it dries up, he does. He jumps down, holding out a hand to Emily to help her do the same, if she needs it.]
There is a convenience store with food, a little more than a day's walk from here. Try there instead, yeah?
[He gives the chalkboard another glance.]
I suggest we hurry.
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[Likewise, a glance at the board. A nod of agreement, however. About hurrying.]
Do you think we made them angry?
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There's strange things that happen sometimes. Blood coming out of the pianos. I've never heard of anything like that before.
[He's still not completely convinced it wasn't an illusion, but he doesn't want to risk it by sticking around to test the situation. Not today, and not with a kid in tow.]
If we made 'em angry, we're leaving now, aren't we?
[He raises his voice to address anything that might still be hanging around.]
Many apologies for the intrusion. Yeah.
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WHOOPS sorry apparently I misread that earlier comment
HAHA it's fine!!!
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