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?
One would think something like having your dead brother threaten you with what looks like a chair leg would be a little more surprising. But after a few long and probably awkward pause where Stannis simply glances at the younger Baratheon... the king in not-at-the-wall-anymore looks like this is on par for the course.
"Must you bother me even here, spirit?" He simply lets go of the handle of his bright sword. It would be a weird sort of dream indeed if he were able to get hurt in it. And Stannis can admit to be afraid of certain things but his brother’s ghost isn’t one of them.
“If it is an apology you seek you will find none coming from me.”
Stannis is barely reacting to his presence, and boy, doesn't that feel familiar? He remembers much the same from his early childhood, constantly being underfoot looking for attention and his brother refusing to provide. That was, of course, before he just up and left.
"Spirit?" He sounds indignant, because of course he does. "I am no spirit, no matter how you would like to ignore my existence! Do not insult me so."
And then to further prove that he is not a ghost, he takes the chair leg and he strikes out at Stannis with it, a pretty clumsy swipe that's more to get his attention than do any real damage. "You have many things to apologize for, but I have long given up on expecting one, brother."
Now that gets his attention, and Stannis glances where Renly has hit him as if he can’t really comprehend what just happened. He’s been hit, by his brother’s ghost. …By his brother? It doesn’t really hurt; even if Renly had been serious about hitting him for damage he’s wearing his armor. But as he looks up to Renly again it’s clear that he is definitely paying attention to the kid now.
“If you are not a ghost, then what could you possibly be? You died, Renly.”
Renly can't help but look a little smug over that, standing there with the chair leg in his hands like it's some great shining sword. He at least got Stannis's attention, and the man seems almost stunned that he's physically here and able to do such a thing. It feels a little like victory, if a small one.
"I did no such thing. I am very much alive. It is you who will die on the morrow, if you do not accept my terms." But then he glances out the window of the cabin at the snowy wasteland, and pauses, looking unhappy.
"Well, perhaps not on the morrow. This certainly does alter plans a little..."
He frowns, then both eyebrows rise up in realization when it clicks. It’s not that Renly doesn’t realize he’s died, it’s that from his point of view he hasn’t yet died- but how is that possible? Time is not something you can twist around and mold to your every whim, time is almost as unforgiving as Stannis is.
“You have been dead for a very long time now, Renly.” Maybe if he says it one more time Renly will believe him and go back with the Stranger. If he keeps repeating it perhaps things will eventually make sense. Because if Renly isn’t here to seek for an apology then it means his brother isn’t really dead. And he… doesn’t really know how to feel about that. Relief? Anger, at a failed plan?
Renly only last remembers his armor and his tent, certainly not dying. He isn't afraid of death, because he knows he will not meet the Stranger any time soon. Well, back home, at least. Back home, he has Loras and his Kingsguard to protect him, all the soldiers of his massive army following their king. The King in Highgarden, the gallant and shining king, like in a story or a song.
He doesn't know that these are the thoughts of an innocent summer child.
"You're lying, I will not die. I have my protectors, my own Kingsguard, led by the finest knight in Westeros. My army is greater than yours." Stannis is only trying to get under his skin, that must be it. That is the only reason he can comprehend why Stannis would proclaim him dead.
"You're only trying to frighten me. It won't work."
“I do not need to frighten you, Renly. I never did, as your death proved. I tried to warn you as a brother would warn another but you didn’t listen.”
The last word is said with more emotion that he’s put into anything he’s said so far. Because Renly never listened, never even cared, never truly understood. Renly forced his brother to kill him and not even that seemed to stop his reckless behavior. Stannis should be afraid, maybe. He is talking to a ghost of the past after all, a spirit. He should maybe feel guilt, remorse- R'hllor knows he feels a pang of it every time he sees a damn peach, even though Renly had left him with no other possible options.
But all he feels is anger because his little brother won’t even stay dead, not even killing seems to get his attention. Even when being murdered he’s happier, nicer, kinder than Stannis will even be. Even when dead Stannis doesn’t seem to be enough for him because he wants more, grander, brighter. Even when R'hllor tosses him into the shadows he still. Won’t. Listen!
“I killed you, brother. I have lived with that knowledge for a long time now.”
His voice is starting to rise, as it tends to do when he's upset. "And I am warning you, brother-" But it catches his attention, the way Stannis speaks, the cold tone taking on a note of something else at the last word. It cannot be true, he thinks. Loras would never let him be killed, would never let him on the front lines of battle for longer than absolutely necessary to raise the troops' spirits.
I killed you.
The words are like a sword to the gut. "You couldn't have!" He finally bursts out with. "Kinslaying is a great offense, and anyway, my knights would never let you near enough to- to- How can you say such things?"
Even now Renly speaks of himself as if he had ever truly been a king, as if his knights had believed in his title instead of his charm. Even now the little kid wants to play dress-up, pretend to be something else than the scared child he really is. Even now Renly thinks he could have done a better job than Stannis. He doesn't exactly feel proud of his brother's death. He never will: death brings him not pleasure, and it feels like a betrayal to kill his own family. He choose his family over his king, once, and now he's killing said family so that he can become king... it's not a pleasant feeling.
But right now he understands why he had to do it.
"I never laid a hand on you, Renly. But I knew Lady Melisandre's magic would bring you to your death, and I will not insult you by pretending it is not the same as murdering you with my own hands.
Do not insult me either and pretend you wouldn't have killed me if you had had the chance."
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"Must you bother me even here, spirit?" He simply lets go of the handle of his bright sword. It would be a weird sort of dream indeed if he were able to get hurt in it. And Stannis can admit to be afraid of certain things but his brother’s ghost isn’t one of them.
“If it is an apology you seek you will find none coming from me.”
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"Spirit?" He sounds indignant, because of course he does. "I am no spirit, no matter how you would like to ignore my existence! Do not insult me so."
And then to further prove that he is not a ghost, he takes the chair leg and he strikes out at Stannis with it, a pretty clumsy swipe that's more to get his attention than do any real damage. "You have many things to apologize for, but I have long given up on expecting one, brother."
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“If you are not a ghost, then what could you possibly be? You died, Renly.”
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"I did no such thing. I am very much alive. It is you who will die on the morrow, if you do not accept my terms." But then he glances out the window of the cabin at the snowy wasteland, and pauses, looking unhappy.
"Well, perhaps not on the morrow. This certainly does alter plans a little..."
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“You have been dead for a very long time now, Renly.” Maybe if he says it one more time Renly will believe him and go back with the Stranger. If he keeps repeating it perhaps things will eventually make sense. Because if Renly isn’t here to seek for an apology then it means his brother isn’t really dead. And he… doesn’t really know how to feel about that. Relief? Anger, at a failed plan?
Hope?
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He doesn't know that these are the thoughts of an innocent summer child.
"You're lying, I will not die. I have my protectors, my own Kingsguard, led by the finest knight in Westeros. My army is greater than yours." Stannis is only trying to get under his skin, that must be it. That is the only reason he can comprehend why Stannis would proclaim him dead.
"You're only trying to frighten me. It won't work."
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The last word is said with more emotion that he’s put into anything he’s said so far. Because Renly never listened, never even cared, never truly understood. Renly forced his brother to kill him and not even that seemed to stop his reckless behavior. Stannis should be afraid, maybe. He is talking to a ghost of the past after all, a spirit. He should maybe feel guilt, remorse- R'hllor knows he feels a pang of it every time he sees a damn peach, even though Renly had left him with no other possible options.
But all he feels is anger because his little brother won’t even stay dead, not even killing seems to get his attention. Even when being murdered he’s happier, nicer, kinder than Stannis will even be. Even when dead Stannis doesn’t seem to be enough for him because he wants more, grander, brighter. Even when R'hllor tosses him into the shadows he still. Won’t. Listen!
“I killed you, brother. I have lived with that knowledge for a long time now.”
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I killed you.
The words are like a sword to the gut. "You couldn't have!" He finally bursts out with. "Kinslaying is a great offense, and anyway, my knights would never let you near enough to- to- How can you say such things?"
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But right now he understands why he had to do it.
"I never laid a hand on you, Renly. But I knew Lady Melisandre's magic would bring you to your death, and I will not insult you by pretending it is not the same as murdering you with my own hands.
Do not insult me either and pretend you wouldn't have killed me if you had had the chance."