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 takes the pipe back, and leans back, staring up at the roof. She certainly could barter, but that would be contingent on not only finding someone in person, but finding someone who needed something she had and was actually willing to barter in the first place.
...Really, she finds it easier to just resort to trickery. People could just be such a pain sometimes, as if being trapped in a desolate frozen town was something to be panicked about. Really, for her, the biggest problem was the lack of people.
"Ah...George, right? I have to admit, it's nice being able to talk to someone face-face-to-face.
"I know what you mean. It ain't the same with the little voice box. Like talkin' on the phone without no operator. Weird thing. I don't like it much." He rolls to pull the tablet out of its tuck at the end of his bedroll.
Waving it a little at her, he sits up straighter. "You ever seen anything like this before? 'Cause I sure ain't. Don't make any kinda sense. None 'a this does."
If there seemed to be some reason for being here, something they could grasp or understand, he'd feel better about it all. He'd know how to parse it.
She nods in agreement, looking back at him. "I have. It's a sort of tool, a useful one for situations like this, but one easily abused when used out of context."
No, she wasn't quite a fan of the use of technology to do things that could be done simply enough by other means -- it all had its place, but she always believed there had to be limits. But -- as for everything else...
Well, she could explain the situation easily; coming from Gensokyo, something like this was disconcerting, but certainly not out of the ordinary or inexplicable. The problem was that she didn't know the cause or purpose of their displacement, leaving her three options: say something absolutely meaningless, explain in a way that allows one to reflect on what was said and to draw their own conclusions, or all of the above.
"Hnh," he says. "Have to wonder what context that'd be." He scratches the back of his neck and tosses the tablet back to the side. When he first picked it up, he thought it looked fragile. Over time it has proven otherwise. He's happy enough with that aspect of it. One less thing to worry about.
He gives a soft snort, not quite a laugh. "Nah. Used to get dragged to church. It didn't stick none. If there is a God, and I an't sayin' there ain't, he don't worry about us pissants."
And if there's a Hell, well, he's probably going there. It's not something he's willing to spend too much thought on. Life is tough enough without looking to some foggy beyond. "Why you ask? You think all 'a this has somethin' to do with the man upstairs?"
She shakes her head, tapping a finger against the floor, idly. "Everything happens for a reason. That's what they say, right? It's not untrue, but the idea that those reasons are both always ultimately beneficial and also the plan of some divine being is absurd. The fact of the matter is, gods do exist. And you're right, they don't care about us in the least, unless it's convenient for them."
She chuckles a bit to herself, musing. "If they do anything, the reason is because it's to keep you on the circular path of faith. But...the interpretations we mortals draw from the arbitrary acts of gods are important, and usually accurate. Everything does happen for a reason, but it's not because 'the man upstairs' is trying to help you, or teach you a lesson, or punish you. Things happen because fundamental forces beyond our comprehension, the very laws of nature and the universe itself, are having a laugh at our expense. And ultimately, we only stand to benefit if we have the strength to find our own reasons to carry on, to make sense of what we can, even when cruel jokes like this impede us and make us question what our reality even is."
A puff of smoke, and then: "Really, it's best to just remember that things happen because we exist, and to exist means that things happen. To find out how it all comes together, how it all makes any sense, and what it all means for you, you just have to keep moving forward. It's never easy, and maybe you'll never quite get the answers you're looking for, but staying still and having faith that they'll come to you -- believing that the reason things are happening are because you're being punished and there's someone you can pray to to make it all better, or you're being rewarded and you just have to weather the storm and your devotion will prove you're worth saving -- doing that means you'll never have the chance. And that's ultimately what life, and everything happens in it is: a chance. The chance you're taking at any given moment is up to you. For me, this whole situation is a chance to learn, and there I have the reason I'm here. That doesn't change the 'why' of whatever put me here did so, but neither will anything else I do. The best option is to live in the moment and know what you're doing, and maybe everything else will come to you in time."
Time to wrap it up. Surely, there was a nugget of wisdom somewhere in there he'd latch onto. Or he'd just be utterly confused at it all, which would at least be funny. "A long, winding, and discomforting thought, I admit, but that's what religion and faith are for." And that's how gods keep existing, of course. By ruining the days of mortals for shits and giggles. She sets down her pipe, flopping onto her back. "Make your own sense of things and keep on keeping on. You'll reach the end eventually."
For all of his lack of education, George isn't a stupid man. He follows. Maybe not every five dollar word, but he gets the gist, along with some probably unintended conclusions, like she sounds like some abercrombie and really enjoys the sound of her own voice.
His brows creep higher the longer she goes, almost incredulous that anybody has that many words in them at once that all need to come out in one sitting. When she finishes he rubs his hand slowly down his mouth.
His voice is more than a little wry. "Coulda jes' said that last bit an' got your point across. Damn." He sits up and turns a little to begin unrolling his bedroll. Once it's flat, he rolls onto it and flips the blanket over him.
She laughs, a deep, merry sound -- and rolls over onto her side to face him. "I could've, but then I wouldn't have been able to see the look on your face. I promise, in the future I'll keep the words to a minimum."
-- In the future. Well, that had a certain implication, didn't it? George seemed quick enough, and...well, normal enough. Not a liability, and not a threat. May as well ask, right?
"If you don't mind, I think I'd like to accompany you for awhile. It doesn't do a soul good to wander around a place like this alone."
He lets out a soft huff. Should've seen that coming. She's odd but not off her rocker as far as he can tell, and she does have a point. Traveling alone in this place isn't the smartest thing to try to do. "Ain't you a regular crackup," he mutters under his breath. He sounds more annoyed than he is. Habit from traveling with Lennie.
He feels an unexpected pang at the thought of Lennie. He covers it with a certain gruffness of tone. "I s'pose we can do that. Ain't much sense in turnin' you down." He'd say try to keep up, except where is he going? He has no clue. It has been search and rest since he arrived here. What's the hurry in that?
"If we gonna travel together maybe we oughtta set watches. I mean, yeah, the places lock down at night. That don't mean we're always alone, if you catch my drift."
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...Really, she finds it easier to just resort to trickery. People could just be such a pain sometimes, as if being trapped in a desolate frozen town was something to be panicked about. Really, for her, the biggest problem was the lack of people.
"Ah...George, right? I have to admit, it's nice being able to talk to someone face-face-to-face.
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Waving it a little at her, he sits up straighter. "You ever seen anything like this before? 'Cause I sure ain't. Don't make any kinda sense. None 'a this does."
If there seemed to be some reason for being here, something they could grasp or understand, he'd feel better about it all. He'd know how to parse it.
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No, she wasn't quite a fan of the use of technology to do things that could be done simply enough by other means -- it all had its place, but she always believed there had to be limits. But -- as for everything else...
Well, she could explain the situation easily; coming from Gensokyo, something like this was disconcerting, but certainly not out of the ordinary or inexplicable. The problem was that she didn't know the cause or purpose of their displacement, leaving her three options: say something absolutely meaningless, explain in a way that allows one to reflect on what was said and to draw their own conclusions, or all of the above.
"Are you a religious man, George?"
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He gives a soft snort, not quite a laugh. "Nah. Used to get dragged to church. It didn't stick none. If there is a God, and I an't sayin' there ain't, he don't worry about us pissants."
And if there's a Hell, well, he's probably going there. It's not something he's willing to spend too much thought on. Life is tough enough without looking to some foggy beyond. "Why you ask? You think all 'a this has somethin' to do with the man upstairs?"
WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS i'm so sorry
She chuckles a bit to herself, musing. "If they do anything, the reason is because it's to keep you on the circular path of faith. But...the interpretations we mortals draw from the arbitrary acts of gods are important, and usually accurate. Everything does happen for a reason, but it's not because 'the man upstairs' is trying to help you, or teach you a lesson, or punish you. Things happen because fundamental forces beyond our comprehension, the very laws of nature and the universe itself, are having a laugh at our expense. And ultimately, we only stand to benefit if we have the strength to find our own reasons to carry on, to make sense of what we can, even when cruel jokes like this impede us and make us question what our reality even is."
A puff of smoke, and then: "Really, it's best to just remember that things happen because we exist, and to exist means that things happen. To find out how it all comes together, how it all makes any sense, and what it all means for you, you just have to keep moving forward. It's never easy, and maybe you'll never quite get the answers you're looking for, but staying still and having faith that they'll come to you -- believing that the reason things are happening are because you're being punished and there's someone you can pray to to make it all better, or you're being rewarded and you just have to weather the storm and your devotion will prove you're worth saving -- doing that means you'll never have the chance. And that's ultimately what life, and everything happens in it is: a chance. The chance you're taking at any given moment is up to you. For me, this whole situation is a chance to learn, and there I have the reason I'm here. That doesn't change the 'why' of whatever put me here did so, but neither will anything else I do. The best option is to live in the moment and know what you're doing, and maybe everything else will come to you in time."
Time to wrap it up. Surely, there was a nugget of wisdom somewhere in there he'd latch onto. Or he'd just be utterly confused at it all, which would at least be funny. "A long, winding, and discomforting thought, I admit, but that's what religion and faith are for." And that's how gods keep existing, of course. By ruining the days of mortals for shits and giggles. She sets down her pipe, flopping onto her back. "Make your own sense of things and keep on keeping on. You'll reach the end eventually."
It's beautiful. lol George is so O.O
His brows creep higher the longer she goes, almost incredulous that anybody has that many words in them at once that all need to come out in one sitting. When she finishes he rubs his hand slowly down his mouth.
His voice is more than a little wry. "Coulda jes' said that last bit an' got your point across. Damn." He sits up and turns a little to begin unrolling his bedroll. Once it's flat, he rolls onto it and flips the blanket over him.
"Least I don't miss talkin' no more."
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-- In the future. Well, that had a certain implication, didn't it? George seemed quick enough, and...well, normal enough. Not a liability, and not a threat. May as well ask, right?
"If you don't mind, I think I'd like to accompany you for awhile. It doesn't do a soul good to wander around a place like this alone."
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He feels an unexpected pang at the thought of Lennie. He covers it with a certain gruffness of tone. "I s'pose we can do that. Ain't much sense in turnin' you down." He'd say try to keep up, except where is he going? He has no clue. It has been search and rest since he arrived here. What's the hurry in that?
"If we gonna travel together maybe we oughtta set watches. I mean, yeah, the places lock down at night. That don't mean we're always alone, if you catch my drift."