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: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on.
TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours.
Action Prompts
THREE: THREE'S A CROWD You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who?
FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?
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[Of course Kaz wouldn't waste his time. Wylan frowns further as he stops his rummaging and stands, cautiously approaching.]
But the great Kaz Brekker usually has something up his sleeve, so what do I know?
[It's a fair question, but Wylan regrets saying it as soon as he has. He regrets basically doing or saying anything to attract Kaz's attention.]
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[He can't even think of a plan that would involve the carving of the Prophet's eye onto random walls. Actually, strike that, he can think of several. But none that would be useful at this time.
He spends a few moments scrutinizing the symbols.]
What were you looking for?
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[It takes Wylan a hot second to catch Kaz's meaning.]
Oh. I was just taking stock of what I have. Just inventory.
[He flexes his fingers. How much paper does he have? How many chemicals? What can he afford to get rid of so he can make sure he has the space for something more important when it comes along?]
Keeping organized keeps me from going crazy.
[It feels like it's too easy to lose yourself, here.]
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[Wylan has his way, Kaz has his. He scratches at the carvings a bit. If it's not him, and it's not Wylan, and there isn't anyone else in this building, then it must be one of the spirits that inhabit some of these houses.
The spirits, yes. Like the ones he used to poke fun at Matthias for believing in. He sure is eating his words now, isn't he? He's found he's not as fond of irony when it's at his own expense.]
Let's keep moving. [He abruptly pulls away from the wall and starts out of the room.]