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?
Oi! You did not dream big enough. Any man with a goal like that set can easily achieve it.
[His words have begun to be punctuated by the chattering of his teeth. He scowls, shifting inward in a meager attempt to contain his own body heat. His breath rises in sporadic tufts of steam.]
It is a delicate balance of urine-dispersion, but easily mastered if you are truly focused.
[He's attempting to ignore the gravity of the situation by delving his attention to the subject matter of their conversation. It kept his mind off of the chill that wished to creep up his spine and take a hold of it - at the very least.]
I'd challenge you and make you regret those words but the only thing we've got to drink is snow. [It's tough having a pissing contest when you're on the cusp of freezing to death. He'd probably be more concerned but at this point in his (after)life dying is just like a bad joke. If they kicked it and were found the next morning as two frozen statues with dicks in their hands and arcs of pee in the air it would just be more of the same.
So. Shivering a bit, the phone gets shoved into...let's say a back pocket as he tries to climb the building. This won't end up well. In a moment or two that ass would end up landing in snow, but still. For a few seconds, Lancer would have the greatest of all treasures - hope, because shit hadn't gone wrong yet.]
Besides [And this is shouted a little because he's attempting to spelunk up a house and he needs his hands free for this (this won't end well, there's going to be some shadow moving in a window that'll cause him to lose his grip and land in snow.)] it's more important to leave a large mark than it is to sign your work.
[The albino moves his hand in a waving gesture - not overly concerned by the other's challenge. They wouldn't have the energy to complete such a task now - especially since they both had already taken the piss.
He lets out a labored sigh, leaning his head back against the door so that he could look skyward. The small jut of the roof overhead blocked some of his view - but also offered a little protection, so it was a fair enough trade. The sky overhead was grey, void of any notable features. It was awfully fitting for this place.
A space so nondescript, it made for a far more perfect hell than any of those fiery, torture pits people had spoken of.
The other's comfortable introspection is broken by a grating sound coming from the other's end. Fabric brushed against the mic and sent Gintoki's irritation to new heights. He stuck a finger in his ear.]
What are you doing? Huh? That's annoying! You hear that? Hey! I was having a moment!
[An unintentional master of timing - Gintoki would lose his temper at just the right moment, seconds before the other plummeted his ass back into the snow.]
[It was a beautiful moment. The snow was falling, the clouds thick above, the wind shifted ever so slightly, it was almost peaceful in its monochrome sort of grayscale way as he ascended, and then a loud shout distracted Lancer and he fell ass first into a large pile of snow. Metaphors of angels falling from heaven could apply, except neither member of Pee Club™ would really count as one in the slightest. The spirits and ghosts inhabiting the spooky Alaskan town would probably be pulling out their popcorn of the damned.
The phone got fished out from snow.]
What the hell are yo- [Wait. Didn't he ask- he did ask. Frown.] What was I doing? I was trying to climb on top of the house [Camera flick. That one. Back again.] and see if I could get in so I wouldn't die. Again.
[A beautiful moment - mutually squandered. The stars surely aligned to allow for the Piss Brigadiers™ to inconvenience one another so masterfully. A meeting constructed by fates that needed a notable dose of schadenfreude.
He looks unimpressed when the other's visage graces the camera once more. Gintoki begins to dig into his ear, since his finger was already in his ear.] You were trying to break in? Were you a burglar? You must not have been a very good one. Besides you were hurting my ears. See.
[He rubs the mic of his device to his yukata so that he could replicate the grating noise.] Already died once? You're not very good at this. [As if he hadn't either.] Oi. We could drink the snow. Drink so much until we had enough pee to make our mark on this world before we die. Since we're going to do that anyhow.
[The swordsman digs his hand into the snow next to his butt. It stings his skin, forcing him to quickly shove the mess of ice into his mouth on camera.]
Don't ignore my suggestion! It was definitely something productive to do with our time. [He speaks with a mouth full of snow, unimpressed by the other's antics.] If a key was present, I would be inside. We cannot operate on 'ifs.'
[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.
When it worked anyway.]
Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]
[You know what? Guess who's got two thumbs, is going to give an appreciative laugh, and knock back a handful of snow in a totally not slightly numb hand much like one would knock back a shot of rum.]
You're alright, you know that? [Said through an equal mouthful of snow.] If we don't die let's get drinks later. And I have no idea where the hell I am either besides 'somewhere with snow.' Man. If they're going to lock us out- [Mysterious spirits they.] -they could've at least made things easier. Gave us a map. Made the place look more interesting. Gave us something to do besides freeze our asses to death.
[It was the beginning of a beautiful companionship. If only they could toast over a cup of warm sake, it would definitely be a pact.] If you buy, I will drink with you. [The inside of his mouth was beginning to numb, but that would not stop his resolve. He had to live long enough to follow-through on his brain child.]
Maybe they forgot? Like when a Manga artist realizes they have bitten off more than they could chew - so they litter their work with plot holes. It seems manageable to them at the time, but when the reader is exposed to it - they're forced to pull their hair out at the asinine details the author left. After a while, they must create their own stories to fill in the blanks that were left to them.
We, now, are the readers. [This got away from him. Not that he cared.] So now we must make our own reality. Most of the time that is better than what the manga creator had in mind in the first place! So our objective is much better than what they could have thought of.
Is that so? [Except he's not disagreeing, more just...affirming that he was going to go with it, leaning against the stupid fucking building, just more amused than anything, when you're looking at Death #3 and your death was the subject of more than one parody and even your alternate universe counterparts died quickly it was hard to muster the fucks to go, "Oh no! I might perish again!"] I can't figure them out, but your idea sounds as good as any. Really, maybe they just found something more interesting to do and left the teleportation runes running and that's how all of this started. Because if they did have something in mind it would just be two guys freezing their asses off in the snow because I can't see what else we're supposed to do.
[There was nothing to disagree with anyway, of course! Gintoki's explanation was flawless. Sure, someone might think there was a different truth behind it all - but the permed samurai knew the truth. He'd been exposed to the laziness of authors time and time again. He was a pro!]
Attempting to figure a creator out is too much hassle. They probably think they've created a huge enigma behind it all, but they overestimated our ability to care. When your ass is this cold and you've been away from sugar for so long - the mysterious exposition to a plot means less to you. They should revise how they approach their pacing. [A shudder runs over his body as he rambles. The act of talking at least gave some sort of semblance of warmth to him. He could pretend anyway that the constant shiver lessened when he was speaking.] This is probably some story that explores the power of the human spirit, or something like that. People have been really into divulging that recently. Though if everyone else is doing it, they should have maybe thought of something else! Like carting us to a place with lots of sugar. Or letting us all experience Desunii Lando! That would have made for a much better story! With happier characters.
[He had yet to die here. There was a first time for everything, it would seem. The idea was frustrating, but he didn't have the energy to scale the sides of buildings or wander through the snow. His best bet was waiting through the night and hoping, lying that he'd make it to hearing the door at his back unlock or shift.]
Never heard of it. [He'll use his words.] And personally, I don't know about you, but man...if they're 'exploring the power of the human spirit' then they could've given us something to fight that isn't snow.
Desunii Lando. [What are you stupid?] Who doesnt know what Desunii Lando is? Its the happiest place on Earth with lots of mice and cartoons. Where the dreams of children come true. Ya-ho! [The most unenthused 'ya-ho!' that was ever enunciated.] You haven't lived if you haven't dreamt of visiting the Mouse's House.
My spirit would shine brighter if my balls were not so busy making a retreat into my body! [He sucks in a breath through his teeth.] Blue. Blue, they might be turning blue. I'm too scared to look!
But. [Back to business...?] It is an amateurs mistake to make a story with no meaningful plot and a bunch of guys with cold testicles. They should be fired! [He raises his voice, as if the louder his message was - the more likely the creator would hear it.]
Ya-ho. [This is the spirit of popcorn.gif contained in ya-ho form. He's retreated into a sort of zen popcorn.gif zone with shivers which are totally just excitement and not impending frostbite/ser- let's just go there/death.
Although...shit, with that reminder now his balls are starting to feel really blue and not just in the can't get laid sense and it's very hard to not worry about that. Thanks man, thanks. There goes the popcorn.gif zen zone.]
Hey. Don't think about that. [He said, thinking about that.] Think about what you'll do whenever we find the assholes responsible for it. And if this is a story why the hell would they kill- [Or castrate via frostbitten deballing THANKS MAN THANKS.] off the characters in the first scene, huh?
[This guy was missing the point. He was probably simple. Gintoki had to admit! He was jealous. He'd like to return to the simple life. Much more comfortable, that was for sure. Ah.] Well, as I said they must be amateurs. They made side-characters to kill off in a way to set the mood. Yeah, yeah. [Shivers force him to stutter.] Little did they know, they were killing off the most lovable characters! The fan favorites! The reader only gets more endeared after they see the side-characters down on their luck with their purpling lips and naturally wavy hair. Like "Oh that guy. That guy would be interesting! He just might be my favorite!" Too bad they'll lose readership by killing me off. That's what I'll do to the assholes responsible. Their story will never hit it off.
[If he tried hard enough, he could swear his rambling raised his body temperature. Funny though, that it was about the only thing he could focus on now. Keep talking, keep chattering. His fingers couldn't even move to stop the recording of his tablet anyway. The pads of his fingers were too cold for the screen to register. He glances down at the camera.] Oi. So what are you going to do, Blue Baller?
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[His words have begun to be punctuated by the chattering of his teeth. He scowls, shifting inward in a meager attempt to contain his own body heat. His breath rises in sporadic tufts of steam.]
It is a delicate balance of urine-dispersion, but easily mastered if you are truly focused.
[He's attempting to ignore the gravity of the situation by delving his attention to the subject matter of their conversation. It kept his mind off of the chill that wished to creep up his spine and take a hold of it - at the very least.]
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So. Shivering a bit, the phone gets shoved into...let's say a back pocket as he tries to climb the building. This won't end up well. In a moment or two that ass would end up landing in snow, but still. For a few seconds, Lancer would have the greatest of all treasures - hope, because shit hadn't gone wrong yet.]
Besides [And this is shouted a little because he's attempting to spelunk up a house and he needs his hands free for this (this won't end well, there's going to be some shadow moving in a window that'll cause him to lose his grip and land in snow.)] it's more important to leave a large mark than it is to sign your work.
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[The albino moves his hand in a waving gesture - not overly concerned by the other's challenge. They wouldn't have the energy to complete such a task now - especially since they both had already taken the piss.
He lets out a labored sigh, leaning his head back against the door so that he could look skyward. The small jut of the roof overhead blocked some of his view - but also offered a little protection, so it was a fair enough trade. The sky overhead was grey, void of any notable features. It was awfully fitting for this place.
A space so nondescript, it made for a far more perfect hell than any of those fiery, torture pits people had spoken of.
The other's comfortable introspection is broken by a grating sound coming from the other's end. Fabric brushed against the mic and sent Gintoki's irritation to new heights. He stuck a finger in his ear.]
What are you doing? Huh? That's annoying! You hear that? Hey! I was having a moment!
[An unintentional master of timing - Gintoki would lose his temper at just the right moment, seconds before the other plummeted his ass back into the snow.]
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The phone got fished out from snow.]
What the hell are yo- [Wait. Didn't he ask- he did ask. Frown.] What was I doing? I was trying to climb on top of the house [Camera flick. That one. Back again.] and see if I could get in so I wouldn't die. Again.
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He looks unimpressed when the other's visage graces the camera once more. Gintoki begins to dig into his ear, since his finger was already in his ear.] You were trying to break in? Were you a burglar? You must not have been a very good one. Besides you were hurting my ears. See.
[He rubs the mic of his device to his yukata so that he could replicate the grating noise.] Already died once? You're not very good at this. [As if he hadn't either.] Oi. We could drink the snow. Drink so much until we had enough pee to make our mark on this world before we die. Since we're going to do that anyhow.
[The swordsman digs his hand into the snow next to his butt. It stings his skin, forcing him to quickly shove the mess of ice into his mouth on camera.]
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[Seriously, if there was anything inside they'd deserve it for not opening the damn door.]
Where are you?
[Besides 'in town.' Besides, it would be embarrassing to die while Skyping to death or whatever these phones operate on.]
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[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.
When it worked anyway.]
Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]
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You're alright, you know that? [Said through an equal mouthful of snow.] If we don't die let's get drinks later. And I have no idea where the hell I am either besides 'somewhere with snow.' Man. If they're going to lock us out- [Mysterious spirits they.] -they could've at least made things easier. Gave us a map. Made the place look more interesting. Gave us something to do besides freeze our asses to death.
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Maybe they forgot? Like when a Manga artist realizes they have bitten off more than they could chew - so they litter their work with plot holes. It seems manageable to them at the time, but when the reader is exposed to it - they're forced to pull their hair out at the asinine details the author left. After a while, they must create their own stories to fill in the blanks that were left to them.
We, now, are the readers. [This got away from him. Not that he cared.] So now we must make our own reality. Most of the time that is better than what the manga creator had in mind in the first place! So our objective is much better than what they could have thought of.
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Attempting to figure a creator out is too much hassle. They probably think they've created a huge enigma behind it all, but they overestimated our ability to care. When your ass is this cold and you've been away from sugar for so long - the mysterious exposition to a plot means less to you. They should revise how they approach their pacing. [A shudder runs over his body as he rambles. The act of talking at least gave some sort of semblance of warmth to him. He could pretend anyway that the constant shiver lessened when he was speaking.] This is probably some story that explores the power of the human spirit, or something like that. People have been really into divulging that recently. Though if everyone else is doing it, they should have maybe thought of something else! Like carting us to a place with lots of sugar. Or letting us all experience Desunii Lando! That would have made for a much better story! With happier characters.
[He had yet to die here. There was a first time for everything, it would seem. The idea was frustrating, but he didn't have the energy to scale the sides of buildings or wander through the snow. His best bet was waiting through the night and hoping, lying that he'd make it to hearing the door at his back unlock or shift.]
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[What the poop is that, man. Actually-]
Never heard of it. [He'll use his words.] And personally, I don't know about you, but man...if they're 'exploring the power of the human spirit' then they could've given us something to fight that isn't snow.
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My spirit would shine brighter if my balls were not so busy making a retreat into my body! [He sucks in a breath through his teeth.] Blue. Blue, they might be turning blue. I'm too scared to look!
But. [Back to business...?] It is an amateurs mistake to make a story with no meaningful plot and a bunch of guys with cold testicles. They should be fired! [He raises his voice, as if the louder his message was - the more likely the creator would hear it.]
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Although...shit, with that reminder now his balls are starting to feel really blue and not just in the can't get laid sense and it's very hard to not worry about that. Thanks man, thanks. There goes the popcorn.gif zen zone.]
Hey. Don't think about that. [He said, thinking about that.] Think about what you'll do whenever we find the assholes responsible for it. And if this is a story why the hell would they kill- [Or castrate via frostbitten deballing THANKS MAN THANKS.] off the characters in the first scene, huh?
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[If he tried hard enough, he could swear his rambling raised his body temperature. Funny though, that it was about the only thing he could focus on now. Keep talking, keep chattering. His fingers couldn't even move to stop the recording of his tablet anyway. The pads of his fingers were too cold for the screen to register. He glances down at the camera.] Oi. So what are you going to do, Blue Baller?