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 does look uncertain, though, as he glances away toward the door. His ears droop, but then he's turning back toward the camera, tail wagging hopefully.]
It doesn't matter how fast you are. You'd have less than an hour.
[Not to mention the whole fact that anywhere that provides food would probably be in the process of forcing them out right now. But that's probably not a concept she'd be able to explain to a dog.]
[Oh boy here we go. Although she's admittedly a bit impressed he knows how many minutes are in an hour.]
Yes, but it's less than an hour. More like... three-fourths of it. So that's forty-five minutes. And a minute isn't that much time by itself. We've probably been talking for more than one, already.
Then...I should go quickly! Right now! Before we talk for more minutes!
[He grabs up the bag in his mouth, rotten food spilling everywhere. Dug turns in place, trying to see if there's more stuff he has to get, and turns to look at the camera again. The tablet! He should get that.]
[Dug skitters for a moment more, coming up on the tablet like he's going to scoop it into the bag, but --
Stay. He knows that command. Right on cue, he plants his butt on the floor, motion abruptly ceasing though he still holds the bag's strap in his teeth. Dug ducks his head, drool dribbling down the strap.]
... or wait, is it? A small building full of balls. It could refer to the shed where all the sports equipment is stored. It would certainly fit the facts, better than any of the other buildings around food sources that she knew of.]
Is there anything else in the small building? Stuff like, ah- [What would a dog get most...] smelly clothes, helmets, things like that?
[Dug's tongue curls up and out of his mouth to wet his nose, scenting the air like he can actually smell the smelly clothes from here (protip: he can't).]
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snowblindmemes2016-08-14 08:47 pm
go for it!
[He does look uncertain, though, as he glances away toward the door. His ears droop, but then he's turning back toward the camera, tail wagging hopefully.]
But I guess I could wait just one night.
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It doesn't matter how fast you are. You'd have less than an hour.
[Not to mention the whole fact that anywhere that provides food would probably be in the process of forcing them out right now. But that's probably not a concept she'd be able to explain to a dog.]
It'll be safer tomorrow.
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[He's got to think about this.]
That is sixty minutes, yes. Are you sure that is not enough time? Sixty is a lot of minutes.
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Yes, but it's less than an hour. More like... three-fourths of it. So that's forty-five minutes. And a minute isn't that much time by itself. We've probably been talking for more than one, already.
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Then...I should go quickly! Right now! Before we talk for more minutes!
[He grabs up the bag in his mouth, rotten food spilling everywhere. Dug turns in place, trying to see if there's more stuff he has to get, and turns to look at the camera again. The tablet! He should get that.]
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Didn't I just say you wouldn't be able to make it back in time? Just wait until tomorrow morning!
[Goddammit. Okay, she's dealing with a dog, how did you get a dog to stop what they were doing?]
Just stay, stay!
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Stay. He knows that command. Right on cue, he plants his butt on the floor, motion abruptly ceasing though he still holds the bag's strap in his teeth. Dug ducks his head, drool dribbling down the strap.]
But I am hungry now.
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[Right on cue, there's a rather undignified but obliging growl from her own stomach at that point. Phi pulls a face.]
But you'll be able to eat all you want tomorrow, I'm sure.
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Are you going to the big kitchen also?
[In other words, where are you going and can he latch onto you for a traveling companion?]
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Well, that kinda depends on which... "big kitchen" you're talking about. I'm near the school, but I know there are a few others around town.
[She's not sure she should be encouraging this, but...]
Do you know which one's nearest for you?
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... or wait, is it? A small building full of balls. It could refer to the shed where all the sports equipment is stored. It would certainly fit the facts, better than any of the other buildings around food sources that she knew of.]
Is there anything else in the small building? Stuff like, ah- [What would a dog get most...] smelly clothes, helmets, things like that?
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Oh, the smelliest clothes, yes!