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: TURN AROUND It's after lockdown, but not early enough to go to sleep. You've got everything sorted out, and now you're bored. Time to video chat on the network! Everything's fine from where you are... But unfortunately, there's something behind you. Something humanoid and creeping closer inch by inch, trying to sneak up on you without you noticing. Maybe the person you're talking to will let you know about that. The only problem? If you do turn around to look, you won't be able to see it. If your tablet friend can convince you to move to a different room and close the door, everything will be fine. If they can't, well, they'll be watching you get dragged off into the darkness before too long.
TWO: CAUGHT ON FILM Normally, this doesn't happen. In fact, normally it never happens. However, something has gone a bit wrong today, and the tablets are turning on and off by themselves. This makes for some pretty disjointed conversations, with people popping in and out at the worst times. And, of course, someone might see you doing something you'd prefer they didn't see. NOTE: Please don't post anything sexual in regards to this prompt. While in-game the network doesn't allow for accidental posts, we thought you guys could have fun with it here!
Action Prompts
THREE: HORROR HOSPITAL After a long trek through the ice tunnels, you've finally reached the hospital! You've just stepped inside to see what there is to see... And the door locks behind you. Looks like it's curfew, and guess where you're spending the night? The atmosphere is oppressive and the tablets don't work quite right, but this is probably better than being outside. Maybe you'll have some company with you? And there are probably beds somewhere.
FOUR: OKAY GUYS QUICK POLL You've run into some good luck--you've just found a blanket! It's soft and warm and if you fold it right, you're sure it will fit into your backpack. You're sure, but you can't tell, because it's already stuffed full of things. You're going to have to pick and choose what should stay and what should go... But hey, there are other people around! Maybe they can help you sort out your supplies! Maybe you can give them some of the stuff you can't carry! Maybe you can steal their backpack so you can carry more! The options are endless!
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[He lowers the tablet.]
Though if you'd know the truth there are tales in my land of creatures that lurk unseen, yes. I cannot say I ever encountered such a foe, myself. Dragons usually prefer a more direct approach.
[Not entirely accurate. Dragons and Dravanian Heretics can be very cunning but he prefers to think of them as brutish creatures who come at him. Enemies who just come at him are much easier to deal with and wrap his head around.]
Still, I am not so stubborn that I'd say such enemies do not exist. Surely, they must, else the stories would not be so widespread.
[He's not entirely convinced this odd fellow in his tablet isn't just mad, but he'll play along.]
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[Beckett concludes his thoughts on that matter with a hand-wave, or tries to, anyhow. He really, intensely dislikes being patronized. But bristling over it feels like taking a bait.]
A... subtle dragon is a little difficult to picture. [He can't help but grin a little at the thought, a flash of sharp canines.] Do you slay them for a living, then?
[There is the faint echo of sarcasm there, because there always is with him and because honestly dragonslayers, but it is an honest question.]
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[He tilts his head, smiling slightly. If he detects the sarcasm it doesn't bother him.]
All of my countrymen fight the dragons. There is a war between us that has raged for a thousand years.
I am tasked with protecting the garrison of Camp Dragonhead. There myself and my knights do what we can to keep the beasts at bay.
Are there dragons in your homeland as well?
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A thousand years? [That is not as impressive when one is used to the timescale of vampiric politics, but it does bring up an interesting question.] I presume that these dragons are sentient? Of course, otherwise it isn't so much war as protracted pest control...
[These are perhaps not the best circumstances for scientific interest, but these are the little things that keep you sane.]
I have heard tales. Whether I believe them... [The pause is subdued. Hesitant.] I believe in rather more than I used to, these nights.
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Aye, that they are. Sentient creatures with a frightfully long memory and an equally frightful amount of blood on their minds. Their single unified aim is to see the complete destruction of my people.
[Shrug.]
Hence we are a nation of warriors.
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Naturally complete destruction is their goal. That is always the narrative in such lengthy struggle, especially when a national structure of power is concerned.
[He sounds very academic about it. But then, he does have some experience.]
Although military training does give you advantage over some, in our current predicament.
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[He's eager to get off the topic of dragons. Back home saying the wrong thing to the wrong person about dragons could get a man branded as a heretic. While he isn't home, that particular habit of not discussing dragons too openly is a deeply programmed one. Even when he hired adventurers to help him, he never said much about the Dragonsong War. Not unless he truly had to.]
Since the Calamity my country has been one of snow and ice with storms the likes of which can kill a scouting party in mere moments.
I find the local climate is not so different. Were it a desert, I'd hardly know what to do with myself...
[Something moves behind him, almost creeping through the open doorway.]