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.
Oh shoot. Um, well - that would either suggest that the food was contaminated during the canning process, or. Iunno. Maybe it's just that old. Oh - or it could just be a hallucination! You know how f-- how hecked up things can be around here sometimes.
[R U D E. He didn't come here to hunt vaults, he came here to pay off his student loan debt!! Massive bullet injuries to his face were not what he signed up for!]
Are you.
Are you, uh, suggesting...
The toilet?
[Say it, Angel. Tell him to his face to drink from the toilet.]
[ Maybe in other circumstances this is where Angel would revise her statement. She could suggest waiting until after curfew lifts and then just melting some snow. She could specify that, perhaps, drinking from the toilet tank would be the least gross option here.
But it's kind of hard not to subconsciously be a douche to someone wearing the face of the guy who maybe ruined your life a little itty bitty bit. She'll feel bad when she thinks about this later! Honest. ]
Yeah. You're... kinda out of other options right now.
Oh, er - right. Though if you're planning on waiting it out, make sure your bag is as far away from you as possible! I mean - you mentioned a stench, so you don't want to get all... retchy.
I'm making this worse, aren't I. By talking about it. Um.
[Angel, you're such a sweetie, even when you're being a little turd-nugget...you are too good for this world 8(]
Not really. I'm not, uh, I'm not normally squeamish? Talking about awful smells isn't the same as smelling them.
[You can't straight up murder as many people as he has while being squeamish. If he puked every time he got splattered in brains and viscera, he'd never have got anything done on Elpis.
He shrugs, and manages a small, crooked smile]
Thanks for the suggestion. I threw it in the next room. Hopefully it'll air out and I won't have to burn it.
[ It seems more likely that the mould will gain sentience, possess the backpack and start waddling around town snorting spores into people's faces, honestly. That shit needs burning. And a ritual cleansing. And the ashes should be gathered up, sealed in an airtight box and shot into space. ]
But if you do have to get rid of it, try scouring your current location for pillowcases! They make decent bags in a pinch. I'm pretty good at the whole snowhell lifehacks thing.
Oh, geez, let's see... a little under four months, I think?
[ Something like that. Long enough for her shaved patch of hair to have grown a couple of inches, anyway. It's valuable insulation! ]
And between you and me, I was terrible at all this stuff when I first got here. I spent nearly a week walking through the snow in my freaking socks, so you're already doing way better than I was!
[Just trying to imagine going out in the shitty snowy weather in nothing but his socks is making him scream internally. He probably would have lost, like, all of his toes to frostbite within the first few hours. Because that's just his life.]
I dunno, I think you've, got, like, one up on me. It'd take a real badass to walk around outside in this pit wearing nothing but socks on their feet.
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[ A. Visual and olfactory hallucination.
Those are probably a thing. ]
You could... poke it? To check. Just in case?
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Thankfully he manages to reign in the urge for a repeat puke, but it's a near thing.]
It's. It's been poked. Thoroughly. It's definitely mold.
...can you hallucinate smells? Is that possible?
[He swallows hard]
Yours is fine, though, right? Have you checked it lately? I really hope it's just me...
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[ She should check. She really really should check. Just to be sure. She can talk and check her bag at the same time, it's no big deal. ]
Um, how's - is your water okay? Food is one thing, but if your water supply is infected too then you could be scr-- oh, dude, ew.
[ Surprise! Mouldy rations for everyone! It's like mercenary day, only even better. ]
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[Happy Mercenary Day!]
Crap. I haven't checked my water…
[He'll just do that now. Cautiously.
….aaaaand….!]
Welp. Funny, I always figured my life would end with a bullet to the face. Botulism and dehydration weren't ever really in the equation.
[It was nice knowing you, Angel! He's sorry the circumstances of acquaintance with you is so freaking awkward.]
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Um. Don't be so defeatist! Even stuck inside, there are ways to get water. If you get thirsty enough, anyway.
I mean.
The, uh. The bathroom fixtures usually -- some of them seem to always work, even if the sinks and such don't. You could. Investigate?
[ Just drink from the toilet, Notjack. Do it. Fucking drink from the fucking toilet. ]
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Are you.
Are you, uh, suggesting...
The toilet?
[Say it, Angel. Tell him to his face to drink from the toilet.]
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[ Maybe in other circumstances this is where Angel would revise her statement. She could suggest waiting until after curfew lifts and then just melting some snow. She could specify that, perhaps, drinking from the toilet tank would be the least gross option here.
But it's kind of hard not to subconsciously be a douche to someone wearing the face of the guy who maybe ruined your life a little itty bitty bit. She'll feel bad when she thinks about this later! Honest. ]
Yeah. You're... kinda out of other options right now.
[ GLUG FROM THE DOOK HUT ]
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Not that that had any particular relevance to the topic at hand. But. You know.]
I don't. I'm not, I'm not that desperate. Yet. I think I can wait until morning.
[And if he can't, he'll maybe sample the water from the tank, not the bowl, tyvm!!]
But, uh, thanks. For the suggestion. I'll keep it in mind.
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I'm making this worse, aren't I. By talking about it. Um.
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Not really. I'm not, uh, I'm not normally squeamish? Talking about awful smells isn't the same as smelling them.
[You can't straight up murder as many people as he has while being squeamish. If he puked every time he got splattered in brains and viscera, he'd never have got anything done on Elpis.
He shrugs, and manages a small, crooked smile]
Thanks for the suggestion. I threw it in the next room. Hopefully it'll air out and I won't have to burn it.
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[ It seems more likely that the mould will gain sentience, possess the backpack and start waddling around town snorting spores into people's faces, honestly. That shit needs burning. And a ritual cleansing. And the ashes should be gathered up, sealed in an airtight box and shot into space. ]
But if you do have to get rid of it, try scouring your current location for pillowcases! They make decent bags in a pinch. I'm pretty good at the whole snowhell lifehacks thing.
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That's. That's a good idea. Maybe I'll just do that anyway. Hopefully those don't come pre-moldy.
[he blinks at her muttered remark, and tilts his head, curious.]
How - how long have you been here, now?
[She probably told him once, but damned if he can remember.]
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[ Something like that. Long enough for her shaved patch of hair to have grown a couple of inches, anyway. It's valuable insulation! ]
And between you and me, I was terrible at all this stuff when I first got here. I spent nearly a week walking through the snow in my freaking socks, so you're already doing way better than I was!
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[Just trying to imagine going out in the shitty snowy weather in nothing but his socks is making him scream internally. He probably would have lost, like, all of his toes to frostbite within the first few hours. Because that's just his life.]
I dunno, I think you've, got, like, one up on me. It'd take a real badass to walk around outside in this pit wearing nothing but socks on their feet.