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: BUMP IN THE NIGHT It's dark out, and congratulations - you're inside! What's not inside, you might ask? Monsters. Shadowy monsters that have surrounded whatever house you've taken shelter in. They can't get in... or can they? From time to time, the doors and the walls creak as if under an unbearable pressure.
Who can sleep when it's like this? Maybe you should take to the network to find a distraction. Or maybe someone has advice for getting rid of those things.
TWO: BRING OUT YOUR DEAD We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:
...is that your name on that list? It might be. Maybe you should let the others know you're not actually dead. Or, you know, if you happen to spot the name of someone you know and love on there, it might be time to ask around and see if anyone knows what happened to your dearly departed...
Action Prompts
THREE: KYRIE ELEISON You've found yourself in a small chapel, complete with bolted-down pews, an altar devoid of symbols, and stained glass windows depicting various saints. It's quiet... one might even say dead quiet. Which is a really awful pun to be making, considering if you follow the stairs down to the basement you'll find a morgue.
Explore to your heart's content, but you'll be forced out at 7 PM. Hopefully you don't find any unfortunately familiar faces among the dead.
FOUR: LIGHTS OUT Against all odds, you've managed to make it to shelter for the night. You pull the door shut behind you and turn to look at your surroundings - and that's when you see it. A ... person. Is it a person? It's hard to tell, because a moment later, you're plunged into darkness.
...better hope that's another unfortunate visitor to Norfinbury you've been locked in with, and not something more threatening.
alright first of all let me just start by saying this is not something i ever thought id have to sit down and make a fucking memo about ive pretty much spent the last however the fuck long its been assuming that these kinds of things speak for themselves but times change so here i am stating for the record that while ive been dead as hell plenty of times in a half billion incarnations this isnt one of those times not even close i wasnt even in any situation where "ah shit daves dead again" could even be a reasonable thing to assume considering that i was minding my own business trying to figure out how to get some pancakes up in here no progress on that front unfortunately its like all the fixings for something decent to have for breakfast not only cant be found anywhere but never existed and were all completely in my imagination all along pancakes were never even invented and everything i know is a lie anyway i turn my back for five seconds and now theres people writing eulogies about me on their garbage wordpress status blog i mean unless someone knows something i dont i could be bruce willis as hell right now in which case im gonna need a haley joel osment in here asafuckingp to clear the air before we get too far into this shitshow the last thing i wanna do at a time like this is actually physically live the plot of a movie thats already been done least of all a shyamalan movie even i have fucking standards man shit aint right
( action: prompt three )
[ honestly, Dave is a little unsettled to be wandering around an abandoned church. of all the sorts of buildings to be in, this just feels like the least comforting one he could possibly come across, and the fact that he thinks so is sort of an odd feeling in itself. he's never fucked with religion, necessarily, and knows close to nothing about any of it, but he sort of figures that most people would find some sort of respite in being in a, uh, holy building or whatever. even if it's distinctly lacking most of the grandiose symbolism that makes churches any different from your average pointy-roofed shack. but to him it's just creepy and weird, and he's seen enough shitty horror films to know where this is going.
he's on his guard as he rummages around for something he can use: a weapon first and foremost, with little options visible to him at present, and supplies secondly, which there also doesn't seem to be an abundance of. there aren't a lot of un-overturned stones to peer under, either (metaphorically of course), considering how even the benches are bolted down. but still. ]
You'd think there'd at least be a slightly unwieldy candelabra or something in here. Like if a whole rack of blood-sucking bats just conveniently come flying up in my face, what the hell am I supposed to swing at them? This is basically the most useless place to be, ever.
[ yes he is just talking to himself, what about it. he's always been a mumbler, but his voice is even softer now than it usually is, since speaking out loud seems to pierce the veil of silence that he gets the sensation would be better off not getting pierced, if you know what I mean. he makes his way toward the back and discovers the stairs, and after a moment's hesitation he readies himself to begin descent before he just. stops. and looks back over his shoulder.
mmmmaybe venturing alone into the basement of a creepy abandoned church isn't the best idea, Freddie. not that he's scared or anything. that would just be silly. he's Marty McFuckingFly and nobody calls him a chicken.
[As soon as Dave actually decides to descend down the stairs, his footsteps begin to echo into the basement down below -- however, that's not the only thing that follows with his descent.
[ ohhhhh fuck. oh man. as if he needed more of a reason to not go down there. it isn't quite as dark as he would have expected it to be, so that's a plus, but it wouldn't really matter if it was. dark or not dark, there's a growling monster down there. like, straight up.
but he found a piece of wood, only a fraction on the pointy side and a fraction on the large side, so it's really like an oversized splinter, but it's his only means of protection and it will have to do. as he slowly continues down, he holds the useless piece of wood like he would his sword, if he had it. ]
Ok—just—please tell me that's a volcano about to erupt right now and not a wild animal. Like a big cat. I wouldn't hesitate to stab a cat if that's what's going on... don't think I won't.
[Grrrrr-- wait a moment, she would recognize that voice anywhere! That had to be Dave, unless it was some creepy mimic monster that wanted her to think it was Dave, but she'd take that chance in the name of getting to see one of her best friends again.]
Dave? Is that you...?
[Calling out to him first just in case, it'd be potentially dangerous to just excitedly rush up the stairs.]
wait, no, he knows that voice. it's been a really long while since he last heard it, but he knows it. no amount of endless expansive dragging forever-long time could make him forget his friends' faces and voices (or at least that's what he tells himself to make him feel better). he hops the last few steps in a hurry, the opposite of her sensible caution. ]
[Hearing his recognition and his hurried steps, Jade rushes forward to close the gap between them, excitedly pulling Dave into a tight hug -- her first human contact in three years. As such, there's a touch of neediness to it, and she gives one extra squeeze before pulling back slightly to look at him, ears perked up and expression ecstatic. Jade can feel herself threatening to tear up, but she tries her best to keep it in as best as she can.]
You've never heard of Bruce Willis? He's probably one of the world's most intense actors. Everything he does is sweat, blood, and explosions, even off the set. If he were here we'd know it for sure because the heralding sounds of gunfire and bad guys screaming—not even actual action, that's just his backing soundtrack when he walks around normally—would give him away.
Anyway one time he was in this suspense film where nothing really exploded. I know—what the hell. Except the dramatic twist was he was dead and a ghost the entire time, spoilers by the way, and nobody saw that coming, absolutely, one hundred percent, so it kinda made up for the lack of anything exciting happening for the entire two hours of the movie.
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snowblindmemes2015-07-24 04:23 pm
dave strider ( homestuck )
( action: prompt three )
lights camera action prompt
Something down there begins to growl.]
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but he found a piece of wood, only a fraction on the pointy side and a fraction on the large side, so it's really like an oversized splinter, but it's his only means of protection and it will have to do. as he slowly continues down, he holds the useless piece of wood like he would his sword, if he had it. ]
Ok—just—please tell me that's a volcano about to erupt right now and not a wild animal. Like a big cat. I wouldn't hesitate to stab a cat if that's what's going on... don't think I won't.
[ he totally would hesitate to stab a cat. ]
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Dave? Is that you...?
[Calling out to him first just in case, it'd be potentially dangerous to just excitedly rush up the stairs.]
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wait, no, he knows that voice. it's been a really long while since he last heard it, but he knows it. no amount of endless expansive dragging forever-long time could make him forget his friends' faces and voices (or at least that's what he tells himself to make him feel better). he hops the last few steps in a hurry, the opposite of her sensible caution. ]
Jade??? Holy shit!
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I missed you!
network; video
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Anyway one time he was in this suspense film where nothing really exploded. I know—what the hell. Except the dramatic twist was he was dead and a ghost the entire time, spoilers by the way, and nobody saw that coming, absolutely, one hundred percent, so it kinda made up for the lack of anything exciting happening for the entire two hours of the movie.