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.
[ He can't very well refuse a polite request fro his very bestest of best friends, can he? Time to wipe his face clean! For Church! His best friend Church!!
Yeah no he just kind of smears it around with his sleeve until it looks like the world's grossest, slimiest four o'clock shadow. A+. ]
Okay, no- that's not- you're gonna need to wash your face, dude. You know, actually get it clean.
[Hurrrgh it's times like these he almost wishes he wasn't on the opposite side of town from Caboose. Watching him be stupid on camera is even more infuriating than being there in person to babysit him.
The part about multiple Churches gets conveniently ignored because YEaH THAT IS STILL NOT BEING DISCUSSED EVER IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM.]
Also, is all of your food spoiled? Because that might be a problem.
[ That earns Church a blank look. Blanker than usual. Then something seems to click, and Caboose picks up his helmet from offscreen and puts it on.
THERE. CLEAN. ]
Yes. Everything in my bag has been... moled.
[ Are the moles still in there? Are they magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS. ]
Is it the kind of problem where we go on a field trip to solve it, and the reds eat all the snacks, and I get yelled at because five bathroom breaks should be enough? I like those.
Oh my god no. Caboose, no. Clean as in wash your goddamn face you idiot how is it so hard to get the most basic shit I hate you.
[There is so much facepalming. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.]
It's the kind of problem where you throw out all the food with black shit on it and then go on a field trip to get more food to replace it. Can you do that?
[Sorry, you have reached the point in the conversation where Church just gives up on trying to converse and devolves into noises of impotent rage. Please hold.]
Freckles isn't stupid! He is smart and handsome and a good boy. Who's a good boy, Freckles? Who is it? Who's a good boy? Who's my good special boy??
[And, genuinely perplexed:] ...Who is a good boy?
[ Luckily, Freckles chimes in with IT IS ME. I AM THE GOOD SPECIAL BOY. before Caboose can get ensnared in an internal debate over the nature of good, evil, and boys. ]
[ He drops the tablet - literally just drops it - and begins struggling to get the helmet off. Which apparently involves a lot of yelling, rolling around, and claiming that moles are going to make nests in his hair and what if there are mole babies he is not ready to be a parent???
Eventually he rolls out of sight of the camera and there's a satisfying clunk sound.
Followed by his helmet rolling across the screen. Accompanied by a stream of confetti.
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snowblindmemes2016-08-14 08:47 pm
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Tucker did it.
[ The video swings away from the backpack towards Caboose's face. There may be a large amount of mould smeared around his stupid dumb mouth.
WELCOME BACK TO HELL ]
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[WHY IS THIS HIS LIFE AGAIN. WHY WAS THIS EVER HIS LIFE. JUST. WHY.]
Okay, just. Don't eat any more of it. And get that shit off your face, for fuck's sake. I swear, it's like you got even dumber than before.
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Yeah no he just kind of smears it around with his sleeve until it looks like the world's grossest, slimiest four o'clock shadow. A+. ]
Yeaaa-aaahh, I hear that a lot.
From Churches.
And everybody.
But mostly Churches.
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[Hurrrgh it's times like these he almost wishes he wasn't on the opposite side of town from Caboose. Watching him be stupid on camera is even more infuriating than being there in person to babysit him.
The part about multiple Churches gets conveniently ignored because YEaH THAT IS STILL NOT BEING DISCUSSED EVER IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM.]
Also, is all of your food spoiled? Because that might be a problem.
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THERE. CLEAN. ]
Yes. Everything in my bag has been... moled.
[ Are the moles still in there? Are they magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS. ]
Is it the kind of problem where we go on a field trip to solve it, and the reds eat all the snacks, and I get yelled at because five bathroom breaks should be enough? I like those.
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[There is so much facepalming. SO. FUCKING. MUCH.]
It's the kind of problem where you throw out all the food with black shit on it and then go on a field trip to get more food to replace it. Can you do that?
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[ Poor Church. He is missing his best friend so much that his brain has gone all... unthinky. ]
And I can get more food! But the moles might get it again. [whispering:] I think they like me.
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[Sorry, you have reached the point in the conversation where Church just gives up on trying to converse and devolves into noises of impotent rage. Please hold.]
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Classic Church. Isn't that right, Freckles?
[ There's a tinny AFFIRMATIVE. from offscreen. God bless. ]
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[Ah, yes. We have reached the squeaky screeching phase of the Church Anger Cycle.]
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[And, genuinely perplexed:] ...Who is a good boy?
[ Luckily, Freckles chimes in with IT IS ME. I AM THE GOOD SPECIAL BOY. before Caboose can get ensnared in an internal debate over the nature of good, evil, and boys. ]
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[Wait. Wait a second.]
And that's not even the point here! Why am I arguing with your robot when you should be getting rid of the goddamn mould?
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They are hiding.
[ THAT's why. ]
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[ He drops the tablet - literally just drops it - and begins struggling to get the helmet off. Which apparently involves a lot of yelling, rolling around, and claiming that moles are going to make nests in his hair and what if there are mole babies he is not ready to be a parent???
Eventually he rolls out of sight of the camera and there's a satisfying clunk sound.
Followed by his helmet rolling across the screen. Accompanied by a stream of confetti.
Fweeeeeeeeeee. ]
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In.
Hands.]
Just wash your face, okay.
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[ HOLY SHIT THE MESSAGE GOT THROUGH?? FINALLY??? Caboose rummages in his bag, pulls out a bottle of water, and begins pouring it out over his face.
Yes, the water is from his bag.
Yes, it's also somehow mouldy as hell. ]
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Don't- okay, no, you already did.
How the hell do you even get mouldy water what the fuck.
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But do not worry, Church! You are still my best friend, no matter how many gifts the moles bring!!
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I'm a keeper!
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Also you're covered in mould. I'm guessing you don't have any clean water, either?
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[ Look scraping mould off water - liquid, unfrozen water - with his equally mould-covered fingers isn't the worst plan Caboose has ever had, ok
God that's sad ]
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[ A solid plan! eXCEPT... ]
Church I can not stop touching myself.
[ HEY CHICKA BUMP BUMP ]
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