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: WE ALL FLOAT DOWN HERE
You're taking your first leap down into the underground tunnels, glad for a break from snowy travel. Everything is going well at first, but then...You see something up ahead. Something colorful? It's hard to tell what it is, but as you cautiously approach it becomes more obvious: a single, floating balloon. There's a curled piece of paper tied delicately to the end of the string. If you dare to read it, it provides you with a simple message:
h͙̟͝e͏͉͍l̯͔͍̩̼̫̣l̢̥̥̩̥̞͓o͘
Or maybe it's something different. No matter what it is, you don't feel very good after reading it. Maybe you should turn to the Network for comfort. Even if they don't have any explanation, at least you might feel a bit better not being completely alone down here.
TWO: THE BEST MEDICINE
Today, you found an SD card for your troubles. It downloaded an app to your tablet titled JOKES.EXE. Figuring you could use a laugh, you opened it to see what it contained. Screen after screen, it generates for you a joke. Once you tap on the lead-in, it delivers the punchline. Only...These jokes aren't really that funny. In fact, they're kind of unsettling. Like someone went out of their way to put a dark spin on them.
The little boy was disappointed he couldn't go to the family restaurant for his birthday party.
He'd already killed his family.
Yeah, that's enough. You put the jokes out of your mind. It's not like it's going to hurt anything. At least that's what you think, until the jokes start inserting themselves into the text you write to others on the Network. Switching to voice or video doesn't help, either. Even though you aren't making any jokes, if you play back your feed, you'll find yourself saying them. Hopefully you don't offend someone during the time it takes you to find a way to uninstall the app.
Action Prompts
THREE: INSIDE JOKE
Overall, you'd say it's been a pretty peaceful night. You try and go to sleep before your traveling companion, knowing that the light of their tablet won't bother you. The real problem is that every time you're about to drift off, they start laughing. Sometimes it's a muted giggle underneath their breath, as if they read something funny, but other times the laughter is outright and uncontained. After awhile you have to ask them to be more respectful and quiet down, but when you sit up and look their way, they only seem confused.
What are you talking about? Of course they weren't laughing. They thought you were the one laughing in your sleep.
FOUR: EVERY NIGHTMARE YOU'VE EVER HAD
It's quite likely that neither you nor your traveling companion was very happy to find themselves stuck in the house with all the clown decorations just before lockdown. But there's no time to find new lodging now, and being uncomfortable is definitely preferable to being frozen, so here you're going to have to suck it up and stay. The only problem is that you feel like there's someone else in the building with you, watching from just out of sight. It sends a paranoid chill down your spine--you're sure you've checked the house top to bottom already, and there wasn't any trace of anyone else--and is it just you, or does that clown statue look disturbingly lifelike?
You get closer, but it isn't breathing, and the eyes are glassy. But wait, that one over there...it wasn't there before, was it? Or, did you just see a spotted piece of fabric move out of the corner of your eye? You can't shake the feeling that one of these clowns is more than just a decoration, but no matter how hard either of you try, you can't seem to find the culprit. Maybe it really is just your imagination running wild, but still, how are you supposed to get any sleep like this?
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snowblindmemes2017-08-14 10:32 pm
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The atmosphere is unnerving enough as it is, nevermind the cackling that gets harder and harder to ignore as the minutes pass (he hates cackling). Flynn makes it a point not to disturb cackling people, especially ones he doesn't know well enough to rule out psychotic insanity.
However, when the other suddenly snaps at him, a good deal of annoyance gets in the way of self-preservation.]
I promise you, I'm very chilled.
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Piss off. [It's an instinctive response, one that doesn't warrant him even flipping over to give it, as Dustin remains quite stubbornly glaring at the wall in front of him.] I don't care if you're trying to be a smartass or a giggling idiot. If you can't contain yourself, take it outside. I'm trying to get some work done here.
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It's been a long, very cold day and Flynn really did his best to be civil here. Dustin doesn't have to like him but would it kill him to put in the minimal effort to make their time a little less miserable? It's not like Flynn WANTS to be here.]
Well, you got the Hyde part down beautifully. Let me know how the casting goes.
[It's not a good or particularly witty comeback but it's better than nothing, he figures. He already dreads the good response, coming to him randomly in the shower in something like two weeks (and oh god why did he make himself think of hot showers). If he's still alive by then, that is.
His mouth snaps shut and he furrows his brow in sudden concern. Coming to think of it, arguing with some bizarre Jekyll/Hyde character in the middle of a snowstorm may not be his brightest idea yet. He exhales, searching for a way to diffuse the situation.]
What's so funny anyway?
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--Absolutely nothing and especially not you.
[He boils in his anger for a few moments. Then, suddenly, his brain kicks in. That seems to do the trick.]
[Dustin shuffles onto his elbow and glances over his shoulder, tilting his tablet upright to illuminate Flynn's face from across the room so he can get a better look at it. His own is distinctly inquisitive, just enough out of the shadow to catch him squinting expectantly.]
...Which is interesting, don't you think? [Unfortunately Dustin doesn't sound any less annoyed than he did earlier--that's just a default state of being for him. But he's feeling a little less inclined to just throw Flynn's ass out a window, so hey, baby steps.]
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[Still, he's quick to catch on and after a brief moment of adjustment realizes just what is so interesting about his alleged lack of witticism. He slowly lowers his arm and looks back at Dustin, mutely and with a very closed mouth. It's then that the unsettling laughter starts up again and is there a hint of mocking this time?
With a cant of his head and his lips forming a soundless "o" Flynn brings up his own tablet, trying to aid in the attempt of lighting up their immediate surroundings.]
... Please tell me you're a ventriloquist?
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[The response is given less like an irritable retort, more like a matter-of-fact dismissal in a debate. He's on a mission now--a mission that Dustin deliberately waits on pursuing, as he pauses first to secure his notebook and pens in his backpack. Camaraderie by circumstance is not a concept Dustin subscribes to, so there's no way in hell he's leaving his possessions unattended while they attempt this little impromptu investigation.]
...Though it would be an easier explanation than the shit that usually goes on here. Geiger counter hasn't picked up anything significant yet. [Which he's had on this entire time, likely since he and Flynn first met up, definitely well before then, too. It's one of the only apps on his tablet (except maybe the flashlight) that Dustin seems to put any significant stock in.] Vents?
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[He pauses, reaching out to rap his knuckles against the drywall, turning in a small half-circle.] Could be space behind the walls, too. That would explain why we both heard it out of our respective directions. Might allow it to move around more freely and quickly.
[Might also mean "it" is a lot bigger than something that fits into vents, so Flynn's not too fond of his theory here.]
Well. At least we won't die of radiation sickness.