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?
[OK, that? That's stranger than the way the guy is dressed and the suit of armor hulking in the kitchen. He has never heard of England? He doesn't look or act like a bumpkin. Really doesn't sound like one.
George watches him stand again and tips a look up at him, one part skeptical, two parts flat incomprehension.]
A wildling? Ain't never heard a' somethin' like that. You mean an Injun? You oughtta be able to look at me and see I ain't no Injun. I was born in Auburn.
[ He’s better-equipped than he was once upon a time to take the inexplicable in stride. Again, he matches George’s inflection -- not teasing, exactly. ‘Injuns.’ ]
You’re not a nobleman, [ he says, as he winds back into the shadowy gape of the kitchen. ] No offense, [ drifts after him, muffled before a creak and scrape. When he emerges, it’s with an empty can in hand. Hard to say, exactly, how he managed to pry the top off, but the metal is battered, and there are a number of holes punched in near the top.
It’s not so torn up that it can’t hold water, and that’s where he’s headed next: to stoop for the bowl that still contains as much snow as it does melt.
[George snorts. It's the closest he has come to a real laugh in...when? It's hard to recall. As short-lived as it is, there's still a small hint of it lingering in his expression by the time Jorah returns.]
I wouldn't know "noble" if it bit me in the ass. You don't see nothin' like that in California. Not where I hang my hat, 'least.
[He carefully pulls the bean can away from the fire and works his small blade into the lid in a practiced move that cuts the tin all around the edges.]
Jes' beans. Doubt I'll eat 'em all if you want some.
[The little knife has a lot of purposes, now doubling as a fork and a spoon as he scoops some into his mouth.]
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George watches him stand again and tips a look up at him, one part skeptical, two parts flat incomprehension.]
A wildling? Ain't never heard a' somethin' like that. You mean an Injun? You oughtta be able to look at me and see I ain't no Injun. I was born in Auburn.
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[ He’s better-equipped than he was once upon a time to take the inexplicable in stride. Again, he matches George’s inflection -- not teasing, exactly. ‘Injuns.’ ]
You’re not a nobleman, [ he says, as he winds back into the shadowy gape of the kitchen. ] No offense, [ drifts after him, muffled before a creak and scrape. When he emerges, it’s with an empty can in hand. Hard to say, exactly, how he managed to pry the top off, but the metal is battered, and there are a number of holes punched in near the top.
It’s not so torn up that it can’t hold water, and that’s where he’s headed next: to stoop for the bowl that still contains as much snow as it does melt.
He doesn’t say where he’s from. ]
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[George snorts. It's the closest he has come to a real laugh in...when? It's hard to recall. As short-lived as it is, there's still a small hint of it lingering in his expression by the time Jorah returns.]
I wouldn't know "noble" if it bit me in the ass. You don't see nothin' like that in California. Not where I hang my hat, 'least.
[He carefully pulls the bean can away from the fire and works his small blade into the lid in a practiced move that cuts the tin all around the edges.]
Jes' beans. Doubt I'll eat 'em all if you want some.
[The little knife has a lot of purposes, now doubling as a fork and a spoon as he scoops some into his mouth.]