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.
She agrees easily enough, watching with a supremely bored sort of fascination as leg-zombie bites a little too hard on the silverite plate armor and loses a tooth or two - an activity sort of like watching grass grow, if the grass stunk to high heaven and groaned every time you stepped on it.
Man. Can you imagine? Soccer and football games would be bonkers.
"But may I remind you, we're sharing a sealed building with this thing, and Maker knows how horrific the stench would be once you squash it's head like a grape. I, for one, am rather fond of having a nose that still works." Although the grating is far beyond just being annoying by now. It's just that being annoyed for a few hours is nothing in comparison to eau de rotten brains and the resulting cleanup afterwards.
Dog has decided by this point that Second Human is in fact a new BEST FRIEND and would be an excellent target to demand attention from, seeing as Cousland is otherwise engaged. So. Enjoy beefy dog thing clambering all over the table in an attempt to wedge his head under one of TimothyJimothy Jack's hands, stub tail wagging hopefully in the event of more pets.
"I could let you borrow my mabari. Use him as a pillow - he snores louder than this racket could ever be."
The offer of the doggie pillow is a very, very tempting one, no matter how loudly the dog might snore. He's never met such a big, ugly, sweet, happy dog before, and he kind of loves it a lot...The one shining light in this frozen pit of a deathtrap. He'll investigate terms for use of the dog as a pillow in a moment - the zombie threat, or..."threat", such as it is, is a bit more urgent.
"It, uh, it already smells bad enough, though? And, I mean, we don't have to stay in this room with it once it's. Uh. Dead. Dead-er?"
Jimothy Jack welcomes the big pushy dog head nosing demandingly at his hands. Drool and all. Scratching doggie ears and smushing soft doggie wrinkles gives his hands something to do, and is a constant, pleasant distraction that keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that there is a literal real life zombie locked in here with them, and that it is chewing its teeth literally out of its rotting skull in an effort to reach the delicious creamy center inside Cousland's heavy metal armor.
"Anyway, if we don't kill it, what are we going to do with it tomorrow? Leave it here for some other poor asshole to get stuck with?"
Cousland grins despite herself - being an unashamed red-blooded Fereldan dog lord, it's always a pleasure to see someone charmed by a mabari for the first time. There's something about having the texture of soft fur under your fingers and a warm weight at your side that's strangely therapeutic. Pupper therapy, you know?
"Point made. I suppose it would be rude to leave this nasty little surprise lurking in a closet somewhere, wouldn't it?"
It's a shame, really... she'd been planning to just chuck it out in the snow tomorrow morning to freeze solid, then come back with a suitably sturdy pipe or board. One good smack and it'd be all over. The chair she sits in gives one wheezy groan of protest as she leans forward, pushing herself up in one not-quite-as-smooth-as-usual motion.
"Best figure out where to leave the smelly bits. Preferably the furthest end away from wherever I'm sleeping."
Pupper therapy is a fine, fine thing, it truly is.
"You're actually expecting to be able to sleep, tonight?"
Jack's been having a rough go of it, himself. Even though he's been perpetually exhausted since getting stuck in this crummy little town, any sleep he's managed to grab has been rough and unrestful at best. He seriously doubts tonight will be different - even with a doggie pillow - thanks to the nightmare fuel still gnawing diligently away at Cousland's ankle.
"Right. I can. I'll go find a place to stuff it. Just. Just keep it occupied while I do, please."
Because if it comes after him he's liable to panic and smash its skull regardless of the location.
Cousland, obviously, gives Jack a puzzled raise of one eyebrow.
"Well, yes. Sleep is generally "A Thing To Do" once the sun goes down, you know."
She really gives no shits about a few really crappy zombies wandering around outside, my guy. But then again, after trying to catch a few z's in a place like the Deep Roads, you'd kind of expect to build up a certain amount of tolerance for uncomfortable places to bunk for the night. Plus with Dog on guard there's very little chance she'll be surprised by anyone or anything she can't handle.
Unless an anomaly sorta just pops out of the mattress and kicks the shit outta her. That would suck.
"Naturally. Off you go! Shoo." The Warden even makes a patronizing chivvying gesture with one hand, the other casually cocked at her hip.
"Oh. So. Do you get a lot of crawling undead monsters where you come from, then? Is this just, uh, a normal, 'day in the life,' for you?"
He begins to scoot himself slowly towards the table's edge, his progress hindered half by Dog, and half by continued extreme reluctance to lower his feet to the ground with that thing still occupying some of the floor space. The thing doesn't seem to notice his movement, thankfully, and continues its mindless gnawing, chipping off another tooth. He flinches at the sharp snapping noise and the subsequent rattle of the tooth on the hard floor, but takes that as his cue to finally touch down and begin edging around the room close to the wall towards the nearest door - again, hindered by Dog, who seems to think that wrinkle mushes and ear scratchies should be even more forthcoming now.
"Occasionally. They're quite tame, in all honesty."
Completely ignoring the zombie now trying with very little success to wriggle out from under her boot to start worm-shuffling towards Jack, she starts listing off various species on her fingers in a supremely bored tone.
"Let's see... wolves, bears, giant spiders, angry trees, bears again, terrifying tentacle mother-in-law monsters, angry rocks, more bears, bandits, dragons, and did I mention bears?"
Really. The Korcari Wilds were just jam-packed with damned bears, mosquitoes, and not much else.
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Aw yiss succumb to the cute dog and somewhat less cute redhead
She agrees easily enough, watching with a supremely bored sort of fascination as leg-zombie bites a little too hard on the silverite plate armor and loses a tooth or two - an activity sort of like watching grass grow, if the grass stunk to high heaven and groaned every time you stepped on it.
Man. Can you imagine? Soccer and football games would be bonkers.
"But may I remind you, we're sharing a sealed building with this thing, and Maker knows how horrific the stench would be once you squash it's head like a grape. I, for one, am rather fond of having a nose that still works." Although the grating is far beyond just being annoying by now. It's just that being annoyed for a few hours is nothing in comparison to eau de rotten brains and the resulting cleanup afterwards.
Dog has decided by this point that Second Human is in fact a new BEST FRIEND and would be an excellent target to demand attention from, seeing as Cousland is otherwise engaged. So. Enjoy beefy dog thing clambering all over the table in an attempt to wedge his head under one of
TimothyJimothyJack's hands, stub tail wagging hopefully in the event of more pets."I could let you borrow my mabari. Use him as a pillow - he snores louder than this racket could ever be."
Both are cute idk what ur talking about
"It, uh, it already smells bad enough, though? And, I mean, we don't have to stay in this room with it once it's. Uh. Dead. Dead-er?"
JimothyJack welcomes the big pushy dog head nosing demandingly at his hands. Drool and all. Scratching doggie ears and smushing soft doggie wrinkles gives his hands something to do, and is a constant, pleasant distraction that keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that there is a literal real life zombie locked in here with them, and that it is chewing its teeth literally out of its rotting skull in an effort to reach the delicious creamy center inside Cousland's heavy metal armor."Anyway, if we don't kill it, what are we going to do with it tomorrow? Leave it here for some other poor asshole to get stuck with?"
Fingerguns at u tbh
"Point made. I suppose it would be rude to leave this nasty little surprise lurking in a closet somewhere, wouldn't it?"
It's a shame, really... she'd been planning to just chuck it out in the snow tomorrow morning to freeze solid, then come back with a suitably sturdy pipe or board. One good smack and it'd be all over.
The chair she sits in gives one wheezy groan of protest as she leans forward, pushing herself up in one not-quite-as-smooth-as-usual motion.
"Best figure out where to leave the smelly bits. Preferably the furthest end away from wherever I'm sleeping."
wink wonk
"You're actually expecting to be able to sleep, tonight?"
Jack's been having a rough go of it, himself. Even though he's been perpetually exhausted since getting stuck in this crummy little town, any sleep he's managed to grab has been rough and unrestful at best. He seriously doubts tonight will be different - even with a doggie pillow - thanks to the nightmare fuel still gnawing diligently away at Cousland's ankle.
"Right. I can. I'll go find a place to stuff it. Just. Just keep it occupied while I do, please."
Because if it comes after him he's liable to panic and smash its skull regardless of the location.
AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Well, yes. Sleep is generally "A Thing To Do" once the sun goes down, you know."
She really gives no shits about a few really crappy zombies wandering around outside, my guy. But then again, after trying to catch a few z's in a place like the Deep Roads, you'd kind of expect to build up a certain amount of tolerance for uncomfortable places to bunk for the night. Plus with Dog on guard there's very little chance she'll be surprised by anyone or anything she can't handle.
Unless an anomaly sorta just pops out of the mattress and kicks the shit outta her. That would suck.
"Naturally. Off you go! Shoo." The Warden even makes a patronizing chivvying gesture with one hand, the other casually cocked at her hip.
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He begins to scoot himself slowly towards the table's edge, his progress hindered half by Dog, and half by continued extreme reluctance to lower his feet to the ground with that thing still occupying some of the floor space. The thing doesn't seem to notice his movement, thankfully, and continues its mindless gnawing, chipping off another tooth. He flinches at the sharp snapping noise and the subsequent rattle of the tooth on the hard floor, but takes that as his cue to finally touch down and begin edging around the room close to the wall towards the nearest door - again, hindered by Dog, who seems to think that wrinkle mushes and ear scratchies should be even more forthcoming now.
no subject
Completely ignoring the zombie now trying with very little success to wriggle out from under her boot to start worm-shuffling towards Jack, she starts listing off various species on her fingers in a supremely bored tone.
"Let's see... wolves, bears, giant spiders, angry trees, bears again, terrifying tentacle mother-in-law monsters, angry rocks, more bears, bandits, dragons, and did I mention bears?"
Really. The Korcari Wilds were just jam-packed with damned bears, mosquitoes, and not much else.