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: THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN THE NIGHT You haven't thought about the spiders that roam Norfinbury in awhile. But then something happens one night. It's after lockdown and you're all alone, but you can't sleep. How can you, when every time you try to drift off you hear the sounds of scurrying little legs? The sound gets louder, it multiplies, until its all around you. But where--where? Maybe they bugs are beneath the wallpaper, maybe they're under the floorboards. Maybe they're in the furniture. Or maybe, maybe they're just in your head. The tablet is the only thing you have to turn to. Even if you're the only one experiencing these sounds, maybe someone can talk you down, convince you that it's just a brief episode of paranoia that you can unwind from.
TWO: IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAM You wake up late into the night. You dreamed you were crawling through a tight, closed space, your body scraping against the metal, and know you don't belong here. Where are you going? The vent is dark, and you don't have your tablet with you. You think there's someone behind you, but you can't be sure. You pull yourself forward with one of your arms. And then you pull yourself forward with your other arm. And then you pull yourself forward with a third--one you shouldn't have. One that doesn't even belong to you.
Once your eyes are open you can still feel those extra limbs extending outward from your body, thin spider legs grabbing at air, clawing for purchase--but then the feeling passes. You're just you, and now you can't get back to sleep. Maybe someone else had the same dream?
Action Prompts
THREE: RATE YOUR DISCOMFORT You and your traveling companion have found an easy routine. Travel, search, hunker down, try to find a semblance of warmth and comfort for the night before you sleep and start all over again. You don't question when they offer you the last of the fresh fruit from your last run to the grocery store. It's a kind gesture, and perhaps you intend to return it the next chance you get. But the food sits uncomfortably in your stomach.
You can feel it, can't you? It's not churning inside of you but moving, squirming, crawling. Nothing relieves it. It doesn't hurt but you feel sick, you find yourself shuddering, but when you show your companion your shaking hands they don't seem to notice the way that your skin ripples with something unseen just underneath. Whatever you ate isn't just in your stomach. It's inside. You can feel it tickling up your throat, reaching up up up.
FOUR: IT SLEEPS BENEATH THE SNOW You're almost there: the building is just ahead of you, and just in time for lockdown. The coast is clear...at least, that's what you think before the ground around the building begins to move. The snow shifts, snaking in a wide, giant circle around it. And then the monster reveals itself, snow falling from its hardened exoskeleton in chunks, a giant centipede-like anomaly with too-human eyes and hundreds of legs like stilettos decorated with razor blades.
It has you and your traveling companion in your sights--you're going to have to think faster than it can reach you if you want to get around it and into the house before the door locks and dooms the both of you.
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ENJOY THAT MENTAL IMAGE, ASSHOLE.
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talk about unnecessary oscar bait reactions
i was just offering a friendly and informative PSA from one snowlocked bro to another
besides
if i wasnt worrying about whats in your head i wouldnt know you very well
seriously though do you hear bugs too or am i the kid from sixth sense but with bugs instead of dead people and instead of seeing dead people i hear bugs
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yes it does shut up.]UGH. NO I DON'T HEAR THEM.
MAYBE THEY'RE JUST REALLY ACTIVE WHERE YOU ARE? OR MAYBE THEY HAVE SOME IRRESISTIBLE ATTRACTION TO DOUCHES IN SHADES.
IF THERE ARE ANY BUGS AT ALL, I MEAN. IT COULD BE IN YOUR HEAD, OR THEY'RE CONVENIENTLY AMASSING IN YOUR LOCATIONS AND YOU GET TO BE THE ONE TO INFORM US, MUCH LIKE THE PROVERBIAL FEATHERBEAST IN THE CARBONIZED VEGETATION EXTRACTION TUNNEL.
OR, FUCK, SORRY, POOR CHOICE OF WORDS. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
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but ill let him know youre thinking of him
him and his carbonized vegetation extraction tunnel
so that leaves me with it either being this building specifically or it is specifically my brain doing the ol criss angel mindfreak on me
both of which are entirely likely possibilities
but who needs sleep right
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[Dave, why. You know what, yes, let's change the subject.]
JUST KEEP AN EYE OUT, OK? AND IF YOU'RE PLANNING ON SKIPPING OUT ON SLEEP, IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE ANY ROOM TO JUDGE.
DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY UP WITH YOU? JUST TO MAKE IT EASIER AND MAKE SURE YOU DON'T EXPIRE FROM BOREDOM BEFORE THE BUGS GET YOU.
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ty shades
you dont need to put yourself out if youre already bouncing on the sandmans grainy sleep dick
god knows youre already teetering over the abyss of eternal sleep deprived rage without keurigs and witty memes about coffee to be found anywhere
but if youre awake
whatever
read me a bed time story
or better yet
sing me a lullaby so harrowing that the bugs just up and leave town forever
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SECOND OFF
ACTUALLY NEVERMIND I DON'T CARE WHAT THE FUCK A KEURIG IS, I'LL JUST LEAVE THAT AS A HAPPILY UNEXPLAINED HUMAN MYSTERY TO BE SOLVED BY SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A SHIT.
WHICH BOOK DO YOU WANT? I HAVE BOOKS ABOUT WARRIORS, NINJAS, GANGSTERS, GHOSTS, ALIENS, ELVES, SERIAL KILLERS, AND DOCTORS. TAKE YOUR PICK.
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oh hell no vantas
i wont stand for some ass pull prewritten bullshit
i want only the freshest manure
maybe we can swap stories or something
i tell you who the sandman is and you tell me your innermost insecurities
like campfire stories at camps
only i never went camping because fuck the outdoors and nature can sit and spin
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