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TEST DRIVE MEME
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: TRIAL BY CANDLELIGHT You wake up one morning to find that an app has downloaded itself to your tablet. It's titled CANDLE.EXE and has an icon to match. When you opening it, you're greeted with a dark screen that features a gently swaying candle flame. Above it reads: LEAVE AN OFFERING? If you hit "no", the candle snuffs out. Your tablet shuts itself off abruptly, before rebooting to reveal the app has vanished. If you hit "yes", the candle flame turns purple and the app closes, but doesn't disappear. You have the distinct feeling that small, indiscernible piece of yourself has gone missing...but there's nothing stopping you from opening the app and making another offering...again, and again, and again. TWO: PAPER TRAIL The last several days have been productive. You and many others have split up to explore a newly opened area of the town as quickly as possible. One night, as you're searching the place you've found, you make a unique discovery: a folded note that appears to have been written in blood. The paper is delicate parchment, but with careful fingers you're able to unfold it and read what appears to be some sort of haunting hymn that centers around the Prophet of Norfinbury. However...it cuts off abruptly, and the corner of the page is even numbered. You have a feeling there are other accompanying pages, but you can't find any scattered around the house. Maybe you should take it to the Network. It could be that someone else in the area has found another page. Action Prompts THREE: I CAN HEAR THE BELLS All things considered, you and your traveling companion have been having a reasonably easy day. Even the building you've chosen to spend the night in is peaceful. But then, shortly after lockdown hits...it starts. The sound of churchbells chiming. At first, it's distant, but they seem to be ringing closer and closer to the outside of the building, clanging and clammering so that you feel as if there's an earthquake in your skull. It drives you crazy, or maybe it even hurts--so why can your companion sleep so easily? Don't they hear it too? Maybe you should wake them up so they can help...or suffer by your side. FOUR: A POUND OF FLESH You and your companion reach a building just in time for lockdown, and notice right off the bat that something isn't right. Namely, your eyes can't help but land on a bloody message scrawled along the far wall. It reads: A POUND OF FLESH TO SAVE US Beneath it, there's a single metal bowl on a small table. The table is covered in blood, as well as the bowl, but it's empty...for now. Surely, you aren't about to chop off a hand just to see if there's anything to this message other than general cultist insanity, but you can't knock the sense of foreboding that weighs down the place like a stone. For better or for worse, you're going to have to spend the night here, so the two of you may as well talk about what you've found. Maybe you'll be able to come up with some sort of theory about what could've happened here in the past.

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[ Spending most of the day wading through snow is hardly Squalo's idea of a good time, even if it does beat certain other days. Really, the whole place feels a lot like a personal hell carefully crafted specifically to torment him, with its tundra cold and snow and ice that tends to unsettle him more and more the longer he has to look at it. ]

[ It's a good thing Xanxus isn't here, at least. ]

-- 3

[ When they finally find shelter, he'll be busy wrapping himself in everything he can find for some extra warmth - why yes, even moth-eaten curtains and that dirty, suspiciously stiff rug by the door sound great right about now - although he might generously allow his companion to have something as they get ready for sleep, or as close as it's going to be. ]

-- 3a:

[ Not close at all for Squalo, as it turns out. ]

[ Whomever he'd been travelling with seems to be sound asleep when the ringing starts. At first he ignores it, then he starts getting annoyed, and later still he marvels at the fact that the other person is somehow still not awake despite the deafening noise shaking the building - or is it really? The walls do not seem to vibrate when he touches them, even if it feels like he's about to be rattled out of his own head. ]

[ Great. He's going crazy, that's what this is. ]

[ Of course, he was never known to suffer in silence either way. Pressing his good hand to one of his ears as if hoping to block out some of the sound, he wildly tugs the unfortunate sleeper up, and shakes them if that alone didn't get the job done. ]

Voi! Wake the fuck up! Don't tell me you can't hear this!

-- 3b:

[ Or, alternatively, he's the one who manages to fall asleep, probably rolled up in a carpet and old wallpapers like the poor old coots that spend nights on park benches. ]

[ He snores, mouth gaping open, and it's loud. For a while, it might even drown out the sound of bells. But as it gets closer, it outrings even his cacophonous voice (though it's definitely not helping still), and he's still not waking up. How unfair, isn't it? ]

-- 4:

[ It really should become a habit not to trust the buildings that look suspiciously inconspicuous at this point. Not that messages written in blood are any kind of novelty nowadays, not to mention a message by itself is hardly the worst thing to stumble on. But it's not just the message; something's heavy in the air, and the certain death behind the door leading to the outside is the main argument not to try to look for a different shelter in the few moments remaining before it's locked. ]

[ Squalo decides to entertain what little stimuli they'd been presented with, stepping closer to read the scribblings and glancing down at the bowl, eyebrows rising. He looks back with a sarcastic half-smirk, waving his prosthetic hand at the other person in the room. ]

You've still got two, right?

Huh?

[It takes Quark a second to understand the meaning of the question, but he's a smart kid. His eyes widen in shock, his mouth gaping.]

You want me to cut off my hand, Mister?

[ His eyebrows rise a bit with a rather clear "Did I fucking stutter" implication, but he doesn't say that. ]

You could cut off something else, but I doubt it'd make a pound. [ When in doubt, insult somebody's size. Or, you know. ] How else're we going to know if that thing does anything?

[Quark's face colors, and in the span of a few seconds he decides to go from being nervous to sassy. Oh those changeable children.]

We could take your foot from the opposite side to balance you out.

[ Well that's unexpected. Squalo considers righteous fury, but ends up laughing instead. It's loud and unpleasant, but not unfriendly. ]

Hey, you've got some spine after all, don't you?

Sometimes!

[He grins, and then beams. Why is it that he always gets along the best with the scary guys? It's some sort of magical talent.]

I bet if I did cut my hand off, it would just grow back later. [No big deal, right?] Do you wanna try for real?

[ It's definitely a talent. Or luck. Or a mix of both, most likely, because depending on the situation, Squalo could find balls of steel both admirable or annoying and in need of a killing. ]

[ There's no battle for control of shonen mafia going on right now, though, so he's just amused that the kid's got spunk. The mirth sort of drains from his face a moment later, however, because of fucking course there'd be more magical bullshit involved. ]

Grow back? What are you, some kinda brat-shaped lizard?

What? No way, Mister!

[He's a totally normal...normal boy. Totally normal!]

Didn't you know? If you die here and come back again, you come back without any injuries! I got my finger sliced off before, but I ended up dying and it was back! It's pretty cool.

@saintbeast; video; prompt two

Is anyone else exploring in the Industrial Zone right now? I've found something that I'd like to share.

[Suzaku holds up a note to the tablet. For anyone who has trouble reading the bloody scrawl, he happily dictates.]

While they enjoy the Prophet's gaze
Must I in torments dwell?
And howl
And blow the flames of hell?

It looks like there should be more to this. Is anyone familiar with this incantation? Have any of you found the remaining verses nearby? In the meantime, please enjoy this desolate tune that I have decided to name Helplessness, A Tale of Winter.

[And here, he'll pull out his flute and begin a despondent, haunting melody to accompany anyone's searches for the remaining papers, should they be found.]

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[ You never know in the shonen world. One moment you've got a tiny hamster normal boy, the next thing you know he's the king of all ninjas and can pull a Bankai out of his ass. ]

Yeah, hold it right there with the you come back. People don't die in this shithole? Now that's just cruel.

Nope.

[He's too desensitized at this point to be particularly bothered.]

It's like Russian Roulette--you'll probably just wake up again, but there is that one chance that you won't. There's no way of knowing until it happens. Super messed up, right?

That's a load of chances more than I'm used to.

[ Still! That makes for an interesting development. ]

By all means, go ahead.

[ He could do something reasonable for an adult, like inquire about similar creepy messages in the past and whether or not blood rituals usually had effect. Quark has been here longer than he has. ]

[ But encouraging the loss of limbs is where it's at. ]

[I can not stress enough: THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA. Quark probably knows this, but he's a desperate boy with too many terrible influences not to say "fuck it" at this point.]

Okay!

[His face is set in steely determination as he looks for a weapon in his bag. He doesn't have much.]

I have a steak knife...do you have anything that would be cleaner or faster? Oh, actually, do you have any medical supplies?

[He doesn't really want to bleed out.]

one;
@deku; video

Uh...hey, um, is anyone else seeing this weird candle app? I don't wanna say that it's freaking me out or anything, but...

[It's freaking him out. He's smiling but it's one of those smiles that has a manic kind of edge to it, and he's even broken out into a cold sweat, his hands trembling so that the feed isn't recording quite straight. Smile through your suffering, Izuku.]

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but I did what it wanted and it keeps trying to ask for more. I'm not sure how to get rid of it. I'm starting to feel kind of weird.

[By weird he means "empty inside" but, weird sounds less dramatic, so he'll go with it.]

[ No it's the best idea and it also doesn't involve Squalo doing shit nor losing more limbs, so he's strongly in favor of it. ]

[ It's also always fun to watch children suffer and die, or something. ]

I used to have a sword. [ Squalo notes bitterly as he checks his own belongings, probably even more modest. Part of the whole ending up in a different realm thing was apparently that you couldn't bring a friggin spatha along. Peasants, whoever was running this show. ]

[ He does finally retrieve a small roll of bandages and quirks an eyebrow inquiringly. ]

A. @PetertheGreat; Text

Dj starlord here with some bad news and good news. Bad news--
I have 57% battery left on my zune, guys. no chance of recharging it, this is the Worst I hate everything.

Good news--im totally auctioning off music for stuff. because I am out of stuff and really hungry and this place is boring. you get one song, I get one stuff.

300 songs of earth's best music, dudes

and i better get something useful too, dont give me toothpicks or something stupid like that

you know who you are

I will play your request on the network and pick up my stuff when I run into you

no take backs refunds or substitutions

[Peter sends a list of the songs. It's a surprisingly eclectic selection of things, but heavy on 80's and 90's music.]

B. Action Prompt 3

[Yeah, that was freaky.

Peter tries looking out of the window, to see where that bell-ringing noise was coming from, but it was pointless. Pitch-black outside, and even just touching the glass made his fingers ache with the cold.

He rubbed his hands and tried to pull up his jacket further, pacing, unable to sleep. Even space didn't feel this cold, and he'd actually been in it. Well, that was an exaggeration, but it certainly felt well on its way there. Space was a lot brighter too, it seemed.

Or maybe he was just lonely.

Getting pulled to this world wasn't the bad part. It wasn't even really all that surprising. Weird stuff happened to him all the time, part of the job. The bad part was that he was the only one here. No rocket, no Gamora, no Groot, no Drax. No ship, either, effectively trapping his sorry butt in this ice cube. Sure, there were other people, but it wasn't the same.

Peter shakes his head, biting back a raw laugh. Look at him. Actually missing people.

The stupid bells were getting louder. And louder.

His head started to hurt, the echoes felt like they were shaking his very core.How could his companion sleep through this!?]

Shut up!

[Peter yells at the town in general, covering his ears.]

[Quark was definitely asleep when the shout echoes through the dark house, so he shouts as he jerks awake. Instinctively, he reaches immediately for his helmet as he rolls up onto his knees.]

I didn't say anything!

[His eyes are wide as saucers as he stares at Peter. What the hell, bro?]

What's going on?

[Peter felt bad for waking up the kid. He whirled around, his voice extra-loud.]

Can't you hear it!? The stupid bells!?

[Well, that wasn't ominous at all.]

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Bells...?

[He hears exactly 0 bells, but he concentrates and tries to hear them just because maybe it will make Peter feel better if he's not the only one. But...well, nope. Nothing. Quark shakes his head.]

No, I don't hear anything.

[Maybe he should be shouting back...? He raises his voice.]

Maybe the town is playing tricks on you!

[WELL THAT'S TERRIFYING.

Peter actually does appreciate the kid trying to help by yelling back. It's pretty loud for him right now. Feels like there's an earthquake in his head. He's still clutching his ears.]

It won't stop!

Or you could systematically record the songs onto your tablet for as long as the battery lasts. And, you know, thank me for the advice by doing it over the network.

[Panic etches on Quark's face--he feels awful. There has to be something he can do, isn't there? Usually, if you leave a place, it goes away, but it's the middle of the night so there's nowhere they can go. His gaze darts around the room as he tries to come up with something. They need an idea! Something, anything! A distraction, maybe, will break the trance?

Quark does the first thing that he can think of.]

Think fast, Mister Starlord!

[He takes off his helmet and chucks it at Peter as hard as his tiny arms can.]

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[BONK.

The helmet bashes Peter in the forehead, stunning him slightly. He stumbles sideways.]

Ow!

[But hey, it worked. The pain and stunning seem to quell the bells. He can still hear them, but at least they're not ringing his brains to mush.]

Good shot.

[For a second the panic increases on Quark's face. Peter's gonna be totally pissed now isn't he? But...it seemed to have worked, because he's not screaming anymore. So Quark's expression relaxes into a dopey, relieved grin.]

I'm a boy of many talents.

[...why didn't he think of that?]

great idea genius

But then Ill have no bargaining chips

or anything to lord over you all and make you jealous

Besides my good looks

Thanks, kid.

[Peter plops down on the floor, it's probably best cause he was getting real dizzy.]

I can still hear 'em though. Has this happened before to you or anybody?

You're welcome!

[He fetches his helmet from where it landed on the floor, and tucking it under one arm, fetches a bottle of water from his backpack before joining Peter, sitting next to him. He offers the water first, and then opens up one of the containers on the hat to pull out a bag of pretzels.]

I dunno about the bells, but sometimes weird stuff like this happens in some of the buildings...especially if you stay in one place for too long. One time, I thought there was someone outside on the roof screaming and trying to claw his way in.

[Peter takes the water appreciatively, twisting the top open and downing half of it in one go.]

Let me guess. Nothing there, right?

[Please let there be nothing there. He'd seen enough horror movies as a kid to know that can't be good in any way, shape, or form.

The bells still rang on in his head. That was gonna get old, real fast.]

Don't think so.

[Of course, if there was, whoever was out there super, duper died.]

I think that you'll be okay if we go somewhere else after lockdown lifts. Until then, try to think about other things, like how pretzels are really tasty.

[He munches one of the aforementioned pretzels and looks thoughtful.]

Or I'll hit you in the head again, but it probably won't work a second time if you're expecting it. And I don't want to give you a concussion.

[Sigh.]

Then record them all and still trade them.

[For the love of god just don't let this music be lost to the ether. 57% is enough for 300 songs, right? Shit.]

Totally doing that dude

But since youre all helpful and stuff ill give you first dibs

best earth songs ever all for the low low price of whatever you got on hand

This place is so weird.

[He takes another swig.]

Pretzels are pretty tasty. But it's probably not a good idea to get a concussion.

From all the stuff I read I was expecting this town to be like a wacky funhouse or something, you know? Like the ones they bring to the county fairs and stuff. People just exaggerating to set the mood and all. Nope. This is so not a funhouse. This is like, trapped-in-Nightmare-on-Elm-Street-land. You ever seen Freddy Krueger, kid? I'm expecting him to turn up.

[He says this with solemness and seriousness.]

Freddy Krueger...Freddy...

[Quark taps the fingers of one hand on the floorboard, face squinting in concentration.]

Is he the one with the claw hand?

Yeah!

[Peter sounds excited.]

He's got a gnarly face and a hat and he comes and kills you in your dreams and stuff!

[Quark beams.]

Yeah, I remember! And there are the girls with the jump rope that sing his song. That was a totally scary movie! Are you a movie expert, Mister Starlord?

...I've got condoms.

Yup. Just as scary as this place. And yeah, I totally am.

[He's not, his movie knowledge only goes up to 1988, anyway.]

Yeah, that sounds about right. I haven't seen a movie monster, but we do have a raving murder clown, so that has to count for something to the fun house theme, right?

[It's okay Quark is too young and unknowing to judge your taste in old flicks.]

What's your favorite movie?

[...

Wait, no, he's gotta hold out, gotta play this smart. Stephen, it's bargaining time.]

i know you gotta have more stuff. youre jonesing for some tunes arent you

Lotta songs man

So much music you could have

I guess that does count.

[A shrug.]

Oh man, my favorite movie? That's hard. Okay, so I love Star Wars, especially Empire Strikes Back. Indiana Jones, too. Goonies, the Star Treks were pretty good, Back to the Future, Ghostbusters, Robocop...

[He's probably going to keep going on if he's not stopped.]

You saying you don't have a use?

[There's a smile in his voice there. Of course he has other stuff. He's already rifling through it; the sound of him doing that is probably carrying over the speakers.]

Got, uh...bottle of wine. And a corkscrew, even. Don't say I'm not looking out for you.

Whoa! That's a lot of favorites!

[He's really enjoying hearing about them though, so he wouldn't really care if Peter kept going.]

I dunno if I have a favorite. I haven't seen enough yet. I don't think I've seen most of those movies that you mentioned...except Indiana Jones.

Oh, dude. [Peter shakes his head in pity.] You haven't?

You're in for a wild ride.

[Quark shakes his head.]

Don't really have a lot of movie access on the Earth I come from. It's kinda...like, a traveling theater goes around and shows movies. So you never know when you're gonna get one or what you're gonna get.

[Like a less sophisticated and more depressing drive-in.]

Aw, that's too bad.

[He knows about missing movies and lack of access.]

Maybe we'll find something here. You never know, right?

Right!

[You need to find your fun somewhere, right? So Quark won't give up hope about that. Maybe he'll get to watch a couple cool movies before they find their way out.]

I know people have found video games before, at least.

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