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
i just realized i fucked up my numbers yolo
[He says it automatically, accusatory, but he's studying her. She didn't move, he's sure of it, but... he can't shake that creeping dread, an itching paranoia that she's lying. It's something he can't quite logic himself out of, so after a second, he looks away again, watching her from the corner of his eye. So much for seeming laid back, Cassel.]
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I didn't move the damn doll. It probably moved on its own. You've been here long enough to know this place is fucked up like that.
[ She doesn't seem to be... particularly bothered... ]
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[He half mutters it, then sighs, stretching his long legs out. He does know that this place is fucked up, but he has trust issues with a capital "t". She could be screwing with him for any number of reasons, he thinks, even as he tells himself she doesn't seem the type. So, he shifts his attention to the doll, instead. There's nothing even that weird about it, but just looking at it makes his skin crawl, and after a second, he stands up, striding across the room and snatching the thing up. He tosses it in a closet, where it hits the back wall with a thump, then closes the door much harder than necessary and then flops back down next to his pack.
Usually, he'd tell himself he's being childish, but who knows if a doll could murder him or steal his soul or something here. Besides, there's no way he'll miss Dakota going to the closet. He shoots her a smile.]
Are you sure you didn't move it? I'll take that over the Chucky rip-off.
[Cassel is back to being totally! Not bothered! By any of this at all. Or trying to pretend, at least.]
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Both of them are totally! Not! Bothered! By this. Absolutely.
Dakota lazily turns her head over to look at Cassel, and at her feet, Vincent buzzes. The little scarab robot twitches, and then flies over to the closet, sitting on top of it. ]
I didn't move it. [ Dakota tells Cassel, dropping her book in her lap. ] Though I'm vaguely flattered you think I could move so silently and stupid quick that you wouldn't have seen me snatch it up and put it in the middle of the room. It probably walked there on its own, you know.
[ Sniff. ] Vincent will watch the door. [ Or she assumes that's what he's doing. She can't communicate with him, anymore. Not here. ]
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Vaguely flattered. [He clicks his tongue, feigning disappointment.] I was going for delighted.
[His gaze shifts to watch the beetle, shell catching what little light is still in the room.]
Does he have some sort of... alarm?
[He feels silly even as he asks, but he doesn't know how her weird tiny robo beetle works.]
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He used to. [ She really, really misses his voice in her head. Dryly: ] He'll squeak when the door inevitably opens. At least we'll have some warning before a doll brutally murders us both.
[ She picks up her book again, flicking through the pages. ] I might as well skip to the smutty part of this before I get offed by some shitty plaything. Maybe you'll get lucky before the night is through.
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[Just what he needed! He wedges his pack down between himself and the wall, and leans against it as a makeshift pillow. He's thinking that he kind of wishes he had a book when she hits on him, and he lets out a soft huff of a laugh.]
You really want to make it easy for that doll to murder us, don't you?
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[Which is long gone. Whoops. He's grinning at her though, tone teasing, because he's almost one hundred percent sure she's not serious.]
You know you're playing right into the horror movie cliche, right?
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Am I? I've only ever seen one horror movie, and I lost interest halfway through.
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Seriously? Man, you're missing out.
[For a second he thinks of Sam, and how he'd freak out and start listing off a million horror movies and their plot points and special effects details, and for a second, Cassel's smile falters just barely as he wrestles with the sudden rush of homesickness. But then he shakes his head, exhaling as though disappointed.]
You haven't lived until you've watched a bunch of goblins murdering people and turning them into slime.