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?
[Lancer's not sounding so bad himself, at least as long as that earlier "stabbing people who piss you off" thing doesn't translate to interacting with normal people. Bard wouldn't want to have to call off the dragon-punching over unnecessary roughness.]
It's immediately east of this "clinic" place, the empty house of healing. The front door here is very red. [Where was that video function... ah yes, right there.]
[Right, there. He got his working and he's inside a...
For the sake of the narrative, let's say a shack. A small cow shed. It looks rather shitty, on a literal and a metaphorical level.]
Ah. [Although it was a drawn out drawled 'ah' of comprehension, the sort of noise one would use as a filler noise in lieu of a 'man' or 'dude' or perhaps a 'yeah.' Maybe more of an aaaaah.] I think I know where you are. Passed by it two, maybe three days ago. Didn't stay long.
[(And then watch, the plot twist is that there's a second house that has a bright red door.) And with that, after a glance to make sure there's not something that he'd miss, Lancer's leaving the shitty cow shack. Yolo.] You got anywhere you need to go?
[Bard doesn't recognize what he sees of the poor, degraded cow shed, but then he hasn't ranged too far from his current location in days. He must've been out exploring when Lancer passed through, though, because he tends to remember when he actually runs into people here.
Wait a minute. Two or three days ago?]
Did you by any chance take a bloody large can of beans while you were passing through?
[Minus points. Minus so many points. Five hundred points lost, Lancer, you do not just take a man's beans. (Even if it didn't have his name on it or anything. They were still his in spirit!)]
If there are any left, I'd thank you to bring them back with you.
[That is the tightly-controlled voice of someone who doesn't want to admit he's really pissed about the food.]
Sorry, I finished it off. But... [This is going to be a thing, isn't it. That actually gets a sigh out of him. Don't sweat the small stuff, Bard. Don't be so small minded.] Man, I've got a can of...spam I can give you. Appears to be some kind of meat.
[And yes, he's going to head back into the shed so they can properly dicker over a price for the beans.]
[Finished off a seven-pound can of beans? Did he eat nothing else until it was empty?!
But, well. Haggling over one stupid can of beans, no matter how fantastically large it might've been, isn't going to get rid of Smaug chortling at him, so Bard very carefully puts his priorities back in order: dragon, then beans.]
Bring whatever you think is appropriate, we'll settle it after you clear my fireplace.
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It's immediately east of this "clinic" place, the empty house of healing. The front door here is very red. [Where was that video function... ah yes, right there.]
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For the sake of the narrative, let's say a shack. A small cow shed. It looks rather shitty, on a literal and a metaphorical level.]
Ah. [Although it was a drawn out drawled 'ah' of comprehension, the sort of noise one would use as a filler noise in lieu of a 'man' or 'dude' or perhaps a 'yeah.' Maybe more of an aaaaah.] I think I know where you are. Passed by it two, maybe three days ago. Didn't stay long.
[(And then watch, the plot twist is that there's a second house that has a bright red door.) And with that, after a glance to make sure there's not something that he'd miss, Lancer's leaving the shitty cow shack. Yolo.] You got anywhere you need to go?
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Wait a minute. Two or three days ago?]
Did you by any chance take a bloody large can of beans while you were passing through?
[Juuuust curious.]
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[...wait. If he was asking about it, then...]
Oh, I see. That was yours, wasn't it?
[DOESN'T SOUND TOO SORRY ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW.]
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If there are any left, I'd thank you to bring them back with you.
[That is the tightly-controlled voice of someone who doesn't want to admit he's really pissed about the food.]
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[And yes, he's going to head back into the shed so they can properly dicker over a price for the beans.]
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But, well. Haggling over one stupid can of beans, no matter how fantastically large it might've been, isn't going to get rid of Smaug chortling at him, so Bard very carefully puts his priorities back in order: dragon, then beans.]
Bring whatever you think is appropriate, we'll settle it after you clear my fireplace.
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It's not much. If it's not enough I'll try to find a rabbit for you and we'll call it even then.
You have a fireplace? [You lucky son of a bitch, on that note. He ended up chilling in the cow shed just because the curfew caught him by surprise.]