Test Drive

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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: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in. TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants. Action Prompts THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages. FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?

Comments

[relatable]

Me neither. [Despite the fact that she's been admitted. It's also because of the trauma she's gone through and the fact she has no where else to go now. But these are things she keeps to herself.]

Voices. Sometimes just noises. The sound of someone loading a gun. Stuff like that.

[reimagines]

[ Will's tact is at zero percent as he replies with: ]

You're a victim of violence, then? Or a perpetuator of it. Normal people don't hear the click of a gun out of the blue.

[relatable]

[He knows her too well without even knowing her. Abigail blinks at the screen; it's too bright in that moment, surrounded by the darkness of being alone in the house. It takes her longer to reply than she would like, but there are things she can't admit to. Especially not to people over a device.]

I hunted. Back home.

[reimagines]

[ Ah. Another hunter. He seems to run into them wherever he goes. It would be a slap across the face if he knew that this was Abigail. If he knew that he had just said something like that to her. ]

Small or large game?

You would think that sound might almost be a comfort to you if you were always on the giving end.

[relatable]

Large.

[Larger than she ever wanted.] Deer mostly.

It doesn't mean I enjoy the sound of killing. [The opposite in fact. The thought of having blood on her hands, figurative and literally, makes her queasy.]

[reimagines]

[ The justifications of a naive killer, or just somebody who doesn't think about what they do too intensely? Will's never been fond of hunting. Fishing is more his sport, even if killing is killing at the end of the day. ]

No? Some hunters profess to enjoy the adrenaline spike gotten from the mechanical click of loading a gun. And the firing. Chills, I'm told. Complete, fullbodied shivers from the recollection.

So what part of killing do you enjoy? The meat?

[relatable]

I don't take pleasure from ending a life. I don't get the satisfaction of any part of it. Just because I know how, and because I can benefit from its death does not mean I don't regret every moment of it.

['You have to honor every part of her,' rings in her ears, but it's his voice like he's there. She has to look up from the screen, pulling her knees tightly to her chest.

Her father isn't there. Garret Jacob Hobbs isn't in the house with her. He isn't anywhere. Will Graham killed him, and now she's alone to regret every kill she's ever made, every girl that died for her benefit. He may have honored them, but she still feels the bile wanting to make its way up her esophagus.]

[reimagines]

[ What she's saying sounds so familiar (and oh, if only he knew how familiar). He decides to stop pushing. The text on the screen sounds... defensive. ]

If you harbour that much regret about it, perhaps you should consider stopping. I'm sure the deer would appreciate that greatly.

[relatable]

[Maybe she is being too defensive about it, but the whole world thinks she helped her father kill a bunch of girls. She didn't want to. She just didn't want him to kill her either.]

I haven't done it in awhile now.

[reimagines]

[ It's genuine curiosity more than provocation: ]

What made you take a break?

[relatable]

['My dad tried to kill me' doesn't really seem like an appropriate answer. Besides she's not ready to really go there with anyone here, yet.]

What makes us stop doing anything? Life. I haven't been to the cabin in awhile.

[Not for that reason-- and especially not since finding Marissa's body.]

[reimagines]

You had a cabin.

[ That says a lot. That's serious hunting. ]

You must be fairly regret-free now.

[relatable]

The past has a funny way of coming back when you're all alone in a dark house.

[That's why she's on the network at least, flipping through her tablet.]

Hearing the click of a shell when there's no one around and all.

[reimagines]

I can understand that feeling, even if we don't hallucinate quite the same. [ He hallucinates antlers, blood, hooves. No guns. ] I don't usually like making... conversation for conversation's sake.

[relatable]

I think that would only make it worse. [Not that this has helped any.]

Dull the mind or something.

[reimagines]

I find that's when the mind becomes its sharpest. And most creative. But listening to somebody talk just to talk can tell you a lot about a person.

[relatable]

Like what a person chooses to talk about can reveal a lot about who they are?

So what do you think about me?

[reimagines]

I think you're scared your past is going to catch up to you. And you're scared you'll lose your sanity to all that killing you seem to regret.

[relatable]

[Well he isn't wrong.]

You're pretty good at this.

[reimagines]

It's my job to be. Not hard to see, though, if you read everything back. Almost an open-shut book.

[relatable]

Not everyone notices what is in front of their face.

[reimagines]

The world would be a lot easier if people did.

How long has it been since you've last seen a person?

[relatable]

Few days. I haven't been here long, but I don't want to get stuck out there, and every time I go out, I haven't found anyone.

It's like a ghost town.

[reimagines]

At least a ghost town would allow for wandering. This is stifling. If hell were frozen over, it would be something like this, I suspect.

I hope you've been rationing.

[relatable]

Yeah, this is pretty bad.

I am. I don't know how much longer it will last.