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.
Th- uh...thanks. Yeah. [She's a Vault Hunter. He knows her face-- knows that badass robot anywhere-- but being on the opposite end of things is terrifying to say the least. She killed his boss, who's to say she wouldn't do the same to him the second he lets go of Dumpy and flashes the H-logo slapped right across his chest?
So instead he stays curled tight, expression uneasy.]
[ It's no a reaction she's unused to. She know what she is, and she knows how big her robot it. Big enough to carry her.
Maybe not him, but as she cranked her smile up at him, he was a damn beanpole, almost tall as Krieg. Her robotic arm lifts, reaching to scratch behind her head in an absent gesture that is meant to look harmless as she laughs off his nerves, happily to let him just get comfortable.
But really Rhys, as if she's not going notice a robot. Takes her a second to let the tension sit and she seems to notice all at once. Arm drops and she leans forward at the waist, ignoring him. ] Hey there little fella, what a cute little drone you are.
[ And familiar, she just can't quite put her finger on the make of it. ]
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So instead he stays curled tight, expression uneasy.]
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Maybe not him, but as she cranked her smile up at him, he was a damn beanpole, almost tall as Krieg. Her robotic arm lifts, reaching to scratch behind her head in an absent gesture that is meant to look harmless as she laughs off his nerves, happily to let him just get comfortable.
But really Rhys, as if she's not going notice a robot. Takes her a second to let the tension sit and she seems to notice all at once. Arm drops and she leans forward at the waist, ignoring him. ] Hey there little fella, what a cute little drone you are.
[ And familiar, she just can't quite put her finger on the make of it. ]