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: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
Cousland gives a scornful snort and promptly shifts her posture to use the zombie lump as a casual footrest, completely ignoring the fact it's very incompetently trying to eat her ankles.
"Demons are hardly the top of the food chain, all things considered. Knock enough teeth out of a Pride demon and the 'blood magic rituals complete with ominous chanting' starts getting a little mundane."
She's almost content to leave the subject be, but then there's that whole rank pulling thing (even in jest), which never sits well with someone so prickly about their pride as Cousland. Instead, that gets a sidelong measuring look, one corner of her mouth curling downwards, if only for the briefest of moments.
"Hmm. About that, actually... being dead and all, I'd daresay it's hardly fitting for a living Warden-Commander to go around flinging orders at little ol' me. You know. That finicky whole 'death by Archdemon, simultaneous assured destruction in a blaze of glory' fiasco. I'm afraid I answer to Duncan, and no other." Who just so happens to be dead and conveniently not here, thereby neatly absolving Cousland of all matters concerning the chain of command. She's quite good at shimmying out of conventional ranks when her sizeable ego is threatened.
The Warden lets that sink in for a moment or two, idly picking away at some tiny fleck of dust from her faulds prior to adding: "Might I humbly suggest asking nicely instead?"
[For a moment he just stares at his device, like it might somehow provide answers beyond her words alone. Of course, it does nothing of the sort.]
Okay, I appreciate that you used to live in some legit fantasy land straight out of Tokien's gnarliest wet dreams, but that stuff doesn't exist in Texas. Unless you count, like, medical dwarfism, but those are just humans who are really short and kinda proportioned weirdly because genetics. I'm not the one to go judging their beer preferences.
[He's not of drinking age, nor looking to get an early start.]
So no, I'm pretty sure nugs aren't a thing where I'm from.
[ He'll switch to audio, too, just so they're on even ground. He sounds vaguely apologetic as he speaks. Lutha is great help for maintaining an air of innocence, and Sylar wants to keep it looking like he's something of a bumbling idiot.]
I don't. I thought someone could help me with that. I'd guess that it's some sort of pain medication? Do you know?
And- [ Sigh. ] I guess I might get swindled, but it's not something I need. If someone's going to try and take advantage of this, it'd be better to find out now. Right?
I bet that was their exact reasoning. And that's hilarious.
Have you gotten any idea what the meds you've picked up are for? I'm trying to learn, since it seems like everyone gets sick or crazy here eventually. Probably good to know what I need if it happens to me, right?
no clue the names gibberish to me and the instructions dont really tell me much im not about to take a mystery pill and see if my insides liquefy either are there doctors here theres gotta be at least one maybe one of them will pop up and school me on what mystery med this is and ill get back to you but until then who knows
[The moment they get inside, Emily drops the body rather rudely and steps back, unsure of what to do with her hands even if they had been covered by mittens. THEY'RE TAINTED. She held a dead body! She dragged it!
She has dead body cooties on her now.] What happens if we can't make a fire?
Yeah, don't take mystery pills. There's another secret from me to you. Never works out.
I know there's a couple doctors here. Most people don't seem to like them, I guess? But maybe I'll ask one of them when I get the chance. Probably better to worry about the here and now anyway.
[ The Cat can't help with moving furniture, but he knows plenty about humans and overexertion. He watches her work, but when he thinks she's starting to get tired he nuzzles her leg. ]
[Well, that's a bit of a hypocritical answer. That or he secretly wants to see what that message is about, and letting her take the lead absolves him of any responsibility if things go south. Or rather, the I told you so method of doing things.
Hey, for all she knows he just really likes saying I told you so.]
Unless you fancy yourself a butterrr knife, I fear I haven't much to offer.
[No way is he gonna give up his good knives.]
Surely you have at least an ounce of sympathy or sense of solidarrrity with someone stuck in this hellhole with you? While I cannot say I can repay you immediately, I would doubtlessly be indebted to you.
I am a man of my word, and my debts do not go unpaid.
[He's looking a little weak as he speaks, as if the hunger is truly gripping him, and he is a man in need of saving!]
[His feathers ruffle and resettle without conscious decision.]
It's not me I'm worried about.
[There's a stiff edge to his voice.]
Maybe if we weren't nerfed to shit and you had some crazy, jacked up super powers I wouldn't care, but that's not what we're dealing with.
[Everyone back home has plenty of that, ways to defend themselves or the others who need protecting, better than he can. And it's not like they can fight the monsters here, even if he had his sword still. But if he can just out-stubborn her...]
[Hmm. He could make up a whole load of nonsense just to troll her, but there's not much point in it, and it would just mean more explaining in the future. Besides, he already got her with the Big Pharma thing. He can be honest here.]
So it's this place that's part of a bigger country called America. Do you have states? It's a state. And it's kind of famed for being too big and being full of other stuff that's too big, and also cowboy hats and and this notoriously shitty president we had for a while. Presidents are dudes who lead the country, FYI.
[Have they invented democracy yet in fantasy land? Moving on.]
The climate's like living in Satan's sweaty armpit, and even in winter he kind of just lifts his arm to let a breeze pass by. We got maybe an inch of snow one day the last winter I was there, and that was it for the whole season. Polar opposite of this place, emphasis on polar 'cause it's pretty friggin arctic around here.
[Yep, somebody's getting way to close to the truth for her comfort. This guy is about the last person she wants to discuss Madoka with, and sadly it's pretty clear if she says anything he'll just keep needling away until he's figured out too much.
So she does the smart thing and closes the conversation on her tablet. Congrats House, she is officially giving you the cold shoulder.]
[She jumps at the contact then relaxes, glancing down at the cat. Okay, that is cute and she is getting tired, and as cold as she's trying to be the idea of sitting around and maybe petting a cute cat holds a little appeal.
Sighing, she leaves the shelf where it is, instead sitting down with her back against it. This was probably a good choice, her limbs feel like jelly.]
[She decides to remain silent in regards to that remark about crazy, jacked up super powers. For one, it's none of his business. Two, he's right, she's 'nerfed' anyway so the fact that she had them doesn't matter right now.]
No, we're in a situation that calls for a sense of self-preservation. [It might be rude and hypocritical of herself to point this out, but....
[Which is pretty much why he doesn't mention his own. That, and it's pretty easy to guess one he's lost when the bird boy never flies higher than a couple inches off the ground.]
[Instead he stares at Homura, hiding incredulity behind his sunglasses. Did she seriously just flip her hair at him? What does she think this is, an anime?]
[He sighs.]
Can we maybe not argue about who has the most depressing self view?
[A curt answer to all of the above. Dealing with this sort of attitude always gave Lutha a headache, but he'd have a hard time fighting the ache of begrudging guilt in his gut if he just left Zane to his seemingly natural trains of thought.]
Idiot... Look, there's healers and doctors here, right? Ask them. Know what the hell you're selling off first.
[There's only one dude standing in the graveyard, so that's gotta be this guy. "Ordo" whatever that means, if that's even his name or what. "Makeme" definitely isn't Charles' name.
It helps that his hair is, in fact, red, but more importantly there's only one. So probably not some kind of weird ambush. Probably.
Charles approaches from behind, but noisily as best he can- doesn't want the guy to flip his shit thinking he's sneaking up on him, but also doesn't want the awkwardness of slowly coming toward someone who can see you from afar. As always, he's got the hatchet in hand, but it's not in any kind of aggressive position. He hefts it over his shoulder as he reaches talking distance.]
Alright, let's do this. You're the guy with the poker? I'm the guy with the food.
[The word spits out of his mouth like poison on his tongue.]
A butter knife is still a knife, and it's still something. Show me it or whatever else you have, regardless of what you think it might be worth, or assume that I'm going to turn this thing off and let you rot.
[Which he could have about ten minutes ago. Should have, really. But this show of need is so goddamn pathetic.]
[Despite how noisy his company tries to be, the redhead doesn't appear to react or even acknowledge the presence of another until Charles starts speaking.
His body language instantly strings tight, nearly stumbling over a nearby tombstone as he twists around and pulls out one of the knives from his belt. Dark eyes glare at him from overtop his makeshift scarf, only slightly dying down when he sees who it really it is. Clouded eye and all, huh.
The fuck was he thinking.]
Try that again and I'll shove this straight through your ribs. [It's a barking enough tone even with how muffled it is by the fabric.]
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