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?
[He wouldn't blame him if he knew - the number of times Isaac's gotten bit in the ass by trusting someone is a pretty fair margin. Lousy goddamn space and its lousy people.
He catches the lighter - fairly deftly for how goddamn cold it is - and gets to work on lighting up the fireplace with the tinder scraps he had available - if he can get that going, they can at least stay warm for the night.]
Hey, know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
[He leaves that sentence unfinished if only because he isn't sure that it's entirely true. But soon enough the tinder catches and they have a very small fire going - it'll take a while for the actual wood to catch, but there's enough there.]
Thanks for that. [And, just to show he really means that, he tosses the lighter back now that the fire's starting to go.] I'm just glad to have found a place that wasn't half-caved in by snow, at this point.
[He sets his helmet back off to the side and plucks his tablet out of his backpack, scrolling the network to see what other people are up to, idly.]
[ He makes a noise of agreement in response to the comment, too busy using his newly-returned lighter to spark up a cigarette. Sorry, dude, he's not the most considerate smoker around. And since there's that whole "constantly in danger of freezing to death" thing to deal with in Norfinbury, Tim's pretty sure that passive smoking is the least of anyone's worries.
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
[If Isaac shows any sort of discomfort to Tim's smoking habits, he's not showing it. Though he kind of holds back a chuckle at calling it a bike helmet.]
This 'bike helmet' is all I've got of a suit that'd be a lot more useful than anything we've found here - they're called RIGs, they're meant to work in outer space - but the one I had was coincidentally pretty good at keeping out the cold.
Here, it's just a nice helmet with a built-in light that occasionally keeps my head warm.
[He picks it up and inspects it, shrugging.]
Guessin' you've never seen much like that back home?
[ He takes a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. This is the bit where he'd usually take his medication, but in front of someone? NAH. ]
[ He nods automatically, distracted. Despite being far more at ease with this guy than he was initially, the ever-present paranoia is telling him that this could be a trap and Isaac will probably just wait until he's asleep and club him to death with his spaceman helmet and then take all his stuff.
But fuck it. If he doesn't take his pills then there's a very real danger of him coughing up blood, having a seizure and waking up hours later wearing a mask and wondering who he's been creepharassing this time. ]
That's, uh. Thanks. Be right back.
[ Excuse him while he scuttles off to take his SHAMEMEDS in peace. ]
[Isaac's paranoia is no slouch either - the minute he scuttles off, Isaac's wondering if he's gonna jump out of a corner and stab him in the eye. He can almost imagine it. PROBABLY BECAUSE THAT NEARLY HAPPENED AT LEASTO NCE.
But instead he'll poke the fre and look through the network for a spell, content not to dwell on the idea that Tim may or may not be a crazy hobo looking to steal his stuff.
[ Tim returns a minute or two later - he's done a quick search of the place, but nothing exhaustive. He has found something, though. His luck with foraging is unmatched in all of Norfinbury, and this particular search has been no exception. ]
Hey. Found a thing. I'd feel bad keeping it for myself, so...
[ He sits by the fire and carefully, almost reverently pulls something from the depths of his jacket. With the same level of care, he places it on the floor.
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He catches the lighter - fairly deftly for how goddamn cold it is - and gets to work on lighting up the fireplace with the tinder scraps he had available - if he can get that going, they can at least stay warm for the night.]
Hey, know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
[He leaves that sentence unfinished if only because he isn't sure that it's entirely true. But soon enough the tinder catches and they have a very small fire going - it'll take a while for the actual wood to catch, but there's enough there.]
Thanks for that. [And, just to show he really means that, he tosses the lighter back now that the fire's starting to go.] I'm just glad to have found a place that wasn't half-caved in by snow, at this point.
[He sets his helmet back off to the side and plucks his tablet out of his backpack, scrolling the network to see what other people are up to, idly.]
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He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
You know, is it - I dunno, a bike helmet, or...
[ A bike helmet.
Really. ]
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This 'bike helmet' is all I've got of a suit that'd be a lot more useful than anything we've found here - they're called RIGs, they're meant to work in outer space - but the one I had was coincidentally pretty good at keeping out the cold.
Here, it's just a nice helmet with a built-in light that occasionally keeps my head warm.
[He picks it up and inspects it, shrugging.]
Guessin' you've never seen much like that back home?
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2/2
[ He aims his cigarette like a gun, pokerfaced, then draws it back. The "pew pew" is silent, but definitely implied. ]
It's what I miss most about things back home. The space guys around every corner.
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but you're exactly the kind of shithead Isaac likes so guess who's playing along.]
Shit, it's been so long since I've been on Earth, I forgot the aliens had already conquered the whole planet. How goes the resistance efforts?
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[ He wiggles his hand in the universal gesture for "so-so," ending with a non-committal shrug. ]
We make do. Like, uh, we got the giant ants on side. They're bolstering our numbers, but also wrecking all our picnics.
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Least they aren't turning over stores yet, right?
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[ He takes a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. This is the bit where he'd usually take his medication, but in front of someone? NAH. ]
Did you check the other rooms yet, or...?
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Not in any meaningful capacity - the place is intact, that's about as far as I got.
You want first dibs on anything halfway useful, go for it. Least I can offer after getting the fire started.
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But fuck it. If he doesn't take his pills then there's a very real danger of him coughing up blood, having a seizure and waking up hours later wearing a mask and wondering who he's been creepharassing this time. ]
That's, uh. Thanks. Be right back.
[ Excuse him while he scuttles off to take his SHAMEMEDS in peace. ]
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But instead he'll poke the fre and look through the network for a spell, content not to dwell on the idea that Tim may or may not be a crazy hobo looking to steal his stuff.
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Hey. Found a thing. I'd feel bad keeping it for myself, so...
[ He sits by the fire and carefully, almost reverently pulls something from the depths of his jacket. With the same level of care, he places it on the floor.
It's a fork.
One of the prongs is dented. ]
I think we should split it.
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Just, stares.
He's grinning though. Oh my god. You can tell it's a 'u lil shit' grin. ]
Dibs on the pointy end.
[Tim are you ever serious because if not then don't be.]
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There's nothing else but junk. I'm pretty sure I'm - you know, cursed or something.
Once I found a sponge.
[ He still has it. It's in his bag. #truegamefacts ]