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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snowblindmemes2016-12-14 08:29 pm
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He ducks under the arm once Jason's done talking and puts a few feet between them, raking a hand over his face before pressing it to the spot on his own arm where, okay, seriously, fucking humans, why did he create this species? Just. Why.]
Right, yeah, not letting him touch me, whatever, I get it. [He doesn't even know you, why are you like this.] Fuck clowns and fuck that guy in particular, are we done here? Because I'd like to be done here. Now.
[... He's not flustered, shut up.]
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Hey, buddy, don't look so pitiful next time and we'll apply the No Hugging rule. All you gotta do.
[ Stupid kids looking stupidly scared, he just won't try to be a good person next time. Sighing in exasperation, because Karkat isn't Jason and Jason certainly doesn't have anywhere near Bruce's level of patience, he waves them on up the street. ]
warning for references to ephebophilia?? except it's mostly just Weird Troll Shit THANKS EM
[HE THOUGHT HE WAS IMAGINING IT AND YET?? HOLY SHIT WHY DID HE GET STUCK WITH THIS HUMAN?
He backs even further away and shoots Jason a haha yeah fuck no look at the wave, his eyes now deeply suspicious. If he'd been an an adult to, this wouldn't be so weird, but seriously, "don't look so pitiful?!" Who even says shit like that?!]
i exist to make you laugh lina it true
What the fuck are you going on about? Where the hell did that come from? Of course I'm too old for you, you're about twelve! You know what, I don't even want to know how you arrived at that, just walk behind me and scream if a monster eats you.
i am laughcrying yes and it's ALL YOUR FAULT
[Or. Wait, what's the conversion? Fuck. Jason's reaction to the outburst had seemed genuine enough, though, and after a moment's pause, Karkat starts trailing after him again. He's definitely staying out of arm's reach, though. Just. Ugh.]
Sixteen? I think they said it was sixteen. Either way, fuck you, you're the one acting like you're in a bad porno.
[And, because Jason had said he doesn't want to know, Karkat is definitely going to explain that particular bit of Troll Logic™. Good luck with that.]
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[ GOD, WHY. Arms flail as he gestures, ploughing on ahead and refusing to look back. ]
Sixteen is still too young! That's seven years younger than me, shit on a stick to that.
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[Seriously, what even. At least it obviously hadn't been anything black, which, huh, actually makes him wonder if humans from other universe do blackrom? Maybe the humans he knows were the exception. That's oddly comforting even if, again, not his fucking priority here.]
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[ Snapping that with a bit of heat, he lengthens his stride. Maybe if Jason was Tim, then sure, he might inquire what a mate-whatever is, or a monorail for trolls in their weirdly over-sexualised world, but the line of tension in his shoulders rucks up as he stomps through the snow and he doesn't ask more than he wants to know, which is approximately nothing. ]
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Quadrants aren't a safe topic anymore, not with how they'd ripped his friends and teammates apart again. He's not sure he can do this anymore.]
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We're taking you back first.
[ Because Jason has had enough of the snow, shivering with his arms folded as the silence of the town grates on his thoughts. ]
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[Yeah, he was zoning out, what was that? And, since they've pretty firmly established that that no quadrant shenanigans of any sort will be going on (unless Jason is lying, which, you know, always a possibility), he ventures a pace or two closer just in case that will help him figure out what the fuck Jason's getting at.]
Back where?
[Use your words, Jason, it's not that hard.]
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[ He sure isn't taking Karkat home with him. ]
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[No, Karkat, you really didn't.]
Anywhere's fine, then. Like, there's not really much difference, is there?
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[ Instead of wandering around aimlessly, sheesh. ]
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I'm still figuring shit out here, what do you want from me? It'd be stupid to set up base somewhere and then have to move it because I find a better place later.
[... and there's definitely more he's not saying, but no, Jason does not get to hear that.]
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[ This is not a debate. ]
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... I guess if you're offering.
[And if he's going to be alone. Jason had said "you," not "us," so it's probably fine, right? Just this once.]
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[ Probably what follows is the most boring fifteen minute walk across town to an old warehouse in history. He leads the way inside, heading for the old office. ]
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He scowls but follows along, and near the conclusion of their ADVENTURE THROUGH A WINTER WONDERLAND, he grumbles back.]
I can take care of myself, you know. It's not like I'm new at this.
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Now, c'mon. It's through here.
[ In the office, dusty and dirty as it is, he pulls forward a desk of drawers to reveal a hole kicked through the brickwork, big enough for Jason on all fours and certainly for Karkat. To prove it isn't a trap, he crawls through to the other side where a space a little bigger than a sizeable storage closet is hidden; a small wooden box contains three wafer bars and two packets of chips, all wrapped in sealed plastic bags. Rolled up on a dry floor of torn-out pages from books and cardboard boxes are a couple of blankets and deflated pillows. A torch sits atop the meagre pile.
The missing handle from the old desk-of-drawers has been attached to its rear panel, allowing it to be dragged back into place to complete the illusion of a secret den. ]
"torch" lol u brit
I wasn't hinting at anything, what's wrong with you? I was just talking.
[... about clowns and how fucking terrible they are the first time, and then this second time he's not even sure it is a second time? Why is Jason making such a big fucking deal out of this, he doesn't get it.
He crouches down by the entrance of the hidey-hole as it's revealed but doesn't follow Jason in, instead slapping on his best unimpressed face while he takes stock of his new accommodations. Not bad, probably? It'll do. He's certainly done with worse.]
Okay, you've done you're good deed for the day. Going to leave me the fuck alone now? Because I'm getting real tired of all your lecturing. I'll be fine.
it IS
[ Having taken stock of the hidey-hole and largely just relieved that Karkat is letting himself be stashed out of harm's way for the night, Jason crawls back out and ushers him in with a showy wave that would make Alfred roll his eyes. If, you know, Alfred had fewer manners than he actually does. ]
Pull it closed behind you, then I'll leave.
[ Just making sure those scrawny arms can handle it. ]
I'M SURPRISED YOU DIDN'T WRITE "CRISPS"
He hesitates before shutting himself away, though, instead taking a moment to stare out at Jason and... fuck. Fuck it.]
Hey, uh... thanks. For the help.
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Anytime, short-stack. Binge on my snacks, someone should.
[ He hitches up a smile, giving a nod before pacing away over the length of the warehouse. ]