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: LISTEN, DOLLFACE
It's no secret that dolls have been the talk of the town, lately. People have been finding them all over Norfinbury: some rag dolls that seem particularly relevant to the Prophet, and some that are unsettling without the apparent connection. Still, it's surprising when you found a doll that looks like another one of the residents. You turn to the network, feeling unsettled, unsure what this could mean. Maybe you aren't alone, or maybe someone has a theory? Come to think of it, you're pretty sure that someone else mentioned finding something similar.
TWO: TIPTOES.EXE IS HERE
Sometime today you find an SD card that downloaded an app to your tablet. It's titled HIDEANDSEEK and has the picture of a doll as its icon. When you open it, it seems like it's a game to play against a digital opponent: a doll. The game appears to have two stages. In the first stage, the doll hides, and you need to travel around the house (is it just you, or does the layout of this house seem to always be the house you're in when you open it?) to find the doll. In the second stage, you need to hide yourself from the doll, and listen for its movements so it can't catch you.
If it does catch you, it will be holding a knife. The screen goes red and the game crashes for the rest of the night. Somewhere on your body, a gash appears. It's nothing fatal, but maybe you should talk to someone about this on the Network.
Action Prompts
THREE: STRANGE THINGS DID HAPPEN HERE
The house that you've found seems promising in terms of useful items to take with you, so you and your traveling companion have spent all day scouring the house for items. At first, everything's fine. Neither of you find or feel anything out of the ordinary. Lockdown approaches, you go to sleep without any additional trepidation...but an odd creaking noise fills your dreams. It gets louder in your ears until you can't stand it anymore and snap awake. When you open your eyes, it's there hanging just above you, swinging in a nonexistent wind: a doll with a broken neck, a noose tied around its neck. It looks just like you.
FOUR: LOOK BEHIND YOU
Maybe you're not unsettled by dolls--and maybe neither is your companion--but one thing is for certain: this house you've been locked into for the night has an odd, oppressive feeling to it. Maybe it's just because it's full of dolls, though they all seem ordinary enough. Nothing strange happens at first, but as the night goes on...you finally notice: wasn't that porcelain baby doll on the other side of the room the last time you were in it? Didn't you turn that other one to face away from where you were sleeping?
The more the night goes on, the more obvious the movements become--sometimes, you even swear you hear the pitter patter of little feet. But nothing ever happens when you're watching. Maybe it's just your imagination. Or maybe, you realize in frustration, your traveling companion is trying to scare you. But is your paranoia worth the confrontation if it is? And will you even believe them if they swear their innocence?
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snowblindmemes2016-11-14 09:25 pm
one!
[Magenta pauses, sniffing. His voice has the auditory consistency of slimy sandpaper.]
But, um, heeee-ey, you're right! You're right. That's a solid copy of what's-his-face, with the brows and the neck! Cute.
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[Eventually, she settles on:]
I hope you sound like that because you're sick or high or both. Anyway, save 'em next time. I want to see.
[When in doubt, be bossy?]
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[Without specifying what that cheerful confirmation was meant for, he moves right on, pausing only to cough.]
They're a bit weird, if I do say so m'self. The dolls, I mean--they don't seem like something I ought to be keepin' around. Bad luck, or some bullshit like that. Hm, though, I'm pretty fuckin' unlucky to begin with, so there's no harm done! Maybe I'll find one that looks like me.
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Bad luck applies to people who don't make their own luck. You sound like a pessimist. Knock it off.
You're pretty [.....] distinctive-looking, so I imagine it wouldn't take much looking.
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And, oh, it's alright: you can say that I'm ugly as sin.
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Jesus, the one time I'm nice to a guy. Yeah, you look like a twice-chewed rat with too much personality, but people generally don't appreciate my honest and winning commentary.
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[She points at the keloid scar slashed across her throat.]
See? Nothing about me isn't amazing.
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