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?
[She looks too taken aback, sure of who he is now, and why he felt so unfamiliar. It is a strange thing to see, despite how much hate resides in her for him-- for what he's done to her little brothers. But there he stands, and when he does, she must place her hand in front of her face to try and block the smell.
What has happened to him? Whatever it is, it is hard not to think it is what he deserves for what he did in Winterfell, for turning on the home he held, on the family who kept him, the king who considered him a brother.]
I know who you are, Theon Greyjoy. [Though she is aware of the irony. Alayne does not know Theon Greyjoy, save for as the son of Balon Greyjoy of Pike, like a name on paper-- not as the boy who grew up beside her in the halls of Winterfell. Her jaw tightens. Already she can feel Alayne disintegrating in her hands. Someone here knows her, and she knows him.]
[ he shakes his head again and again and again, until he feels dizzy and nauseous, then he stops, the ruins of his missing teeth clacking together as he huddles in on himself, head hanging low. ]
I—I'll leave. I will, I swear it, just … just please don't say that name. I'm Reek. It rhymes with squeak.
[ but it isn't reek who is too ashamed to look sansa in the eye, it's theon. ]
[Watching him leaves her almost confused. This is not the man who proudly stood in the courtyard, practicing with her brothers. She would never think to see Theon like this, it taking more time than expected to even recognize him. Watching him now makes her want to ask what had happened to him, but whoever has done this, she should thank.
It is a bitter thought to think, and she immediately regrets it. Even if Theon killed Bran and Rickon, this is even too much to handle. He is nothing of the man he was.]
Don't leave. You're sure to freeze to death. [And somehow there's still compassion left in her. If not because she knows what it is like to be the plaything of someone cruel. So she swallows and tries to reconcile this with herself.]
I'm sure we can find you better clothes... Reek. [It takes a moment to say the name, but they are no longer Theon and Sansa. They are Reek and Alayne.]
[ she shows him compassion and suddenly his sunken cheeks are wet with tears. she deserves an apology, the truth, for this might be his only chance, but his fear of ramsay, what the bastard of the dreadfort will do to him should he forget himself, is stronger than his desire to repent for his crimes and voice the truth about what really happened at winterfell. who knows, though, maybe in time that will change, but for now (sadly) he remains more reek than theon, a shade of the person she once knew. reek, reek, it rhymes with bleak. ]
Thank you, my—m'lady.
[ quietly, his body stilling until she mentions his tattered rags. slowly, reek raises his head, stiff fingers clutching at his soiled tunic, the missing three made obvious by the way the wool stuffing causes them to remain straight. it's a queer sight, to be sure, especially when his faux fingers start to bend awkwardly as if broken. ]
No, [ he says, shrilly. ] Lord Ramsay gave me these clothes, he … he said that I was never to take them off, save at his command.
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What has happened to him? Whatever it is, it is hard not to think it is what he deserves for what he did in Winterfell, for turning on the home he held, on the family who kept him, the king who considered him a brother.]
I know who you are, Theon Greyjoy. [Though she is aware of the irony. Alayne does not know Theon Greyjoy, save for as the son of Balon Greyjoy of Pike, like a name on paper-- not as the boy who grew up beside her in the halls of Winterfell. Her jaw tightens. Already she can feel Alayne disintegrating in her hands. Someone here knows her, and she knows him.]
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I—I'll leave. I will, I swear it, just … just please don't say that name. I'm Reek. It rhymes with squeak.
[ but it isn't reek who is too ashamed to look sansa in the eye, it's theon. ]
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It is a bitter thought to think, and she immediately regrets it. Even if Theon killed Bran and Rickon, this is even too much to handle. He is nothing of the man he was.]
Don't leave. You're sure to freeze to death. [And somehow there's still compassion left in her. If not because she knows what it is like to be the plaything of someone cruel. So she swallows and tries to reconcile this with herself.]
I'm sure we can find you better clothes... Reek. [It takes a moment to say the name, but they are no longer Theon and Sansa. They are Reek and Alayne.]
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Thank you, my—m'lady.
[ quietly, his body stilling until she mentions his tattered rags. slowly, reek raises his head, stiff fingers clutching at his soiled tunic, the missing three made obvious by the way the wool stuffing causes them to remain straight. it's a queer sight, to be sure, especially when his faux fingers start to bend awkwardly as if broken. ]
No, [ he says, shrilly. ] Lord Ramsay gave me these clothes, he … he said that I was never to take them off, save at his command.