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?
[ Was it? Monty had been so tired, he'd hardly paid much mind. But he closes his eyes and pictures the room again. He opens his eyes and looks around, with a more careful eye. ]
The desk and chair have moved, as well. I can assure I have not touched them, sir. [ Which is probably why the other man is asking about madness. ] Perhaps... there are ghosts?
[ He's only dealt with the sort that sing from portraits, but there might be some that can move things around. Possibly. ]
Or the, um... I believe they're called 'robotic' spiders?
They're a better explanation than something merely playing tricks upon the mind, are they not? There's that film of some gentlemen capturing one, as well. It seems to have been from some time ago.
[ Video proof, that stumps him. For a hot second. ]
Could such things be doctored? Could --
[ There's a sudden bang coming from above, and the sleep-deprived man starts, muscles tensing. The Bachelor immediately goes for his only weapon -- a scalpel. ]
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The desk and chair have moved, as well. I can assure I have not touched them, sir. [ Which is probably why the other man is asking about madness. ] Perhaps... there are ghosts?
[ He's only dealt with the sort that sing from portraits, but there might be some that can move things around. Possibly. ]
Or the, um... I believe they're called 'robotic' spiders?
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[ A mass hallucination, perhaps? Ghosts, he scoffs at the notion. Robot spiders, that - ]
I've heard stories about these spiders. Do you believe they exist?
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Could such things be doctored? Could --
[ There's a sudden bang coming from above, and the sleep-deprived man starts, muscles tensing. The Bachelor immediately goes for his only weapon -- a scalpel. ]
Do your spiders explain that?!