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: @XX_BLAZEIT69 You’ve just downloaded a brand new application that you found in a building to your tablet. It turns out it’s some sort of username assignment program. Using it allows you to select current active usernames and rename them into new ones that only you can change. But with great power comes great responsibility—will you use this new program to give people usernames they’d like in place of an unfortunate one they gave themselves before they realized it couldn’t be changed…or will you give them something you think is more fitting for them, flattering or otherwise?
TWO: CONTENT WARNING It’s around the time that new arrivals should be appearing on the network, but you’re noticing a bit of a bigger influx than normal. When you click on one of the posts by one of them, you’re redirected to a flood of disturbing text and images that disappears completely once you manage to exit out—as if it had never been there in the first place. Maybe you should warn the others to be careful of what they click on. Or maybe you can discuss it with those who have already made the same mistake as you did. Perhaps you can set up a code system to differentiate the fake posts from the real ones.
Action Prompts
THREE: WALKING IN CIRCLES You’ve been walking all day, tirelessly, but somehow, even though you’re sure you’ve been walking in a straight line you keep passing the same landmarks and coming back to the same house you started from. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination or if you’re actually getting turned around, but you’re determined not to stop until you’ve found a new place to sleep in. Unfortunately, the longer you try, the closer you get to lockdown. Maybe the one you’re traveling with will be able to help you get your bearings before you both freeze to death?
FOUR: TOPSY TURVY It's past lockdown, and it should be a quiet and peaceful night - as quiet and peaceful as any night can get in Norfinbury, anyway. And you've even managed to find somebody to bunker down with! But about an hour or so into the lockdown, things start to seem just a little... off. Furniture you could swear was on one side of the room suddenly appears on the other. You might hear footsteps from up above you - even if there's no second floor. Or you might hear whispers, snatches of conversation just quiet enough to be unintelligible. Is your buddy messing with you? Or is this all just in your head?
[ Maybe not. Or maybe she's simply used to expecting the worst in a situation but powering through it anyway. Who's to say?
But what's definitely certain is that she's- well, pulling her hand away quite abruptly at first if not without a warning squawk of: ] Fitz!
[ He remembers he can't make skin on skin contact with her!! Any single touch could be the death of him! Or... well, so her brain goes into overdrive with worry anyway, even with her gloves as a barrier.
Something she might be belatedly remembering. Long sleeves and gloves are her best friends forever here. But... you know. ..Yeah, okay, that's a little, sheepish smile coming from her, especially when she sees just how excited he seems by this idea. It's not quite enough to erase her worry from before entirely, but it's still enough to get her to nod decisively. ] Yeah, I really think it should, and then we should be able to find it if we pass by here again.
[He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head, glancing back down to the cards in his hand. They had barely said a word to each other since lockdown happened, but it wasn't as though he could accuse him of messing with him. Yuugi had made his attempt to be friendly, which had been shot down almost as soon as he'd opened his mouth.
His fingers thumb through the cards, before his ears pick up whispering again. It's not clear, nothing he can make out, but it's distinctive enough to make Yuugi fold his cards and stop shuffling.]
[Lotus looks a little unimpressed. Granted, that is her default expression, so who knows what it's worth. When she answers, it's hard to tell if it's sarcasm or true derision.] What, you don't have enough to think about already?
[LOOK, Clint has done just fucking fine this entire way by reading his lips! Nathan forgets, all right! He's use to calling things out and talking, and he's use to people BEING ABLE TO HEAR HIM.] Hey, you're the one that said no to peeing.
So we're not peeing outside. [They're arguing over pissing.] Unflushable toilet will just have to--
[The creaking upstairs makes him pause and glance upward. Then he looks at Clint. Then he points with a finger above them. Someone--? he mouths as a question, flicking the pointed finger again as if to say, I think?]
[who is this little shit on the screen? krieg's eye widens with a glare-- looks like a bandit. no, specifically, one of the psychoes. even sounds like it. but he's got a full head of hair. strange!
krieg turns on his own video. face in the camera just like junkrat. and now he shouts:]
And then this little coat. It is so small. She is so small. He lets it sit where it is.]
Why are you so small! [A shouted statement. Very loud. Mostly just a comment. Subject change, quick:]
-- I'll destroy the monsters with my gnarled axe! [Wait. Where is his buzzaxe. It's not in his pocket like normal... Krieg scrabbles around for it before grunting heavily. The coat has slipped to the floor from his energetic display.] I'll REND THEM TO NOTHING WITH MY OWN FINGERNAILS.
[Somewhere inside, his inner voice is telling him to be quieter. (This is a kid. You're going to scare her more than any 'monster.')]
[THIS GIANT MAN LOOKS LIKE A PANDORAN ENEMY. Some kind of Crimson Lance (Raiders?) monstrosity.
Krieg wants to grab his buzzaxe and hold it menacingly, but-- it's not there. He has been stripped of his mighty blade. He squints.]
-- Mother always said no-shirt was my best color! [Now he's glaring. As if to prove (something, who the hell knows,) Krieg grabs a piece of armor and hoists it up onto his shoulders. Grunting. Heaving. Growling all the way.
His inner voice is telling him that this has gotta prove he's not moving it. Because how could be do this discreetly if he's making all of these animalistic noises? And since Krieg can't really say it coherently, now he's shouting:] I'm a raging FERAL!
Why are you so loud? [It's not said meanly, just kind of like a light scold. She puts her little fists on her hips when he moves around and knocks the coat away. He is such a handful!]
Everyone says you shouldn't fight the monsters because you can't win. You have to run away and hide until they leave. A room without windows. [Sorry, Krieg...] It's okay. I want to fight them, too. Or talk to them. They might be sad, or scared.
Come on. [One of her little hands extend out to him to help him up.] We'll go upstairs and check. Maybe we'll find you a coat or a blanket.
[Children don't really exist on Pandora. There's a lot of reasons for it, but the point is, Krieg has seen very few of them. His head tilts when her hand extends like she wants to help him up, and then he just sort of places just one of his massive fingers in her grip. (She can't actually lift you, so you need to stand up on your own. Remember that.)
When he rises up and is at full height-- all six-foot-six of him-- his eye lands on Emily, trying to process what she's saying.]
Miniature-human... a coat for dolls... [He's mostly grumbling to himself, and then:] Nothing can stop us! I'll tear them up for breaking and entering. My property, it's mine! [Krieg just got here but y'know, it's the thought that counts. He steps his enormous self in front of her.]
Lead me to the lambs, I sense a SLAUGHTER. [Kinda hard for her to lead the way when he's standing in front, huh? Protect-the-small instincts just kicked in.]
[He yells it so loudly that she makes a face, wrinkling her nose.]
Hat lady, that's me. I'm listening.
[And, as promised, she tilts her head, listening for a moment, then replies oh so dryly.]
There's no floor above us, so unless there's some hidden attic we don't know about, we're probably hallucinating. Or there's an anomaly above us, waiting for us to sleep. Pick your favorite.
[(Uh oh, she used a big word. Don't break trying to figure that one out, buddy.)]
... Can I DECAPITATE the anomaly?!
[Asking the important questions here. He doesn't have his axe, but you know what, he's pretty certain he can pry any head off of any shoulders with his bare hands.]
[This giant gorilla of a man is curled up in a ball and he is staring up at this stranger and his one crazy-eye, it squints with defiance at both of these things.]
Can't sleep. Won't sleep. Not with trespassers on my lawn! [A growl of annoyance.] Find it, grab it, destroy it, make it stop...
awesome. I'm glad you're having fun!! ♥ But you may want to rethink asking for more pain or for your sensory organs to explode in viscera. As a general rule. I don't expect that your wish will be granted, but it's better to err on the side of caution. What with the trash here being considerably lighter on med hypos than it is back home.
Unbothered, she takes his ginormous finger and-- Sigh. He is so big and in the way.] It's probably nothing. If it were monsters, they would be breaking things.
Um--you're in the way. So you have to lead. Go up the stairs. I think you can fit. [On the way, she picks up her fallen coat.] You might have to duck. You're really tall.
If we see a monster, I will let you kill it, okay? Otherwise, you have to be good and stay beside me.
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