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?
[ Tactless? Dumb? HEAVEN FORFEND ANYONE SAY SUCH THihahahahahaha no I can't even type it hahahah no. Bless him.
Angel breathes a little sigh of relief (moreso for him than herself, what with her dad's penchant for strangling the everliving frick out of anyone who so much as glances in her direction for too long) and finally shoves the shirt back into her bag. FAREWELL, NEON MONSTROSITY. ]
Coerthas? I don't know that [planet? country? small hamlet???] place. Sorry. I haven't been here long - a week?
Some people have been here for much longer. Approaching fifty days, I think.
[ Meaning settle your butt, dude, you could be here for the long haul. ]
Oh—it's a region. The Holy See of Ishgard is within its boundaries, which is the city state I hail from.
[He says it all as if he's gloating, and maybe he is a little. He is the son of one of the four high houses, after all! And that is something worth gloating over. Or, at least, he thinks so.
But when she goes on... about how long she's been here, and how long others have, any gloating, or preening he might have been doing (or totally was doing) wilts. Instead, it's steadily replaced by a horrified expression. Sure, whatever, a few days in the snow that's fine, he can deal with that! It sucks, but he'll survive probably!
But 50 days. Nearly two moons stuck in this snowy hell? That is unacceptable.]
That's... awful. Nay, that's terrible! Fifty days? Fifty days... And I hadn't seen one tavern or pub here, neither! How is a man to survive this frosty hell for so long without even a single sip of ale for due comfort!
[Yes, that's his concern. Sure, he doesn't like being in the cold, but how is this medieval french elf noble going to get his drink on to cope!?
He starts to pace a little in front of the fire.]
Pray tell me I merely missed the tavern on my way in—there...there has to be one! I cannot hope to survive in this veritable hell if there is not. 'Tis cruel beyond measure to think of such a reality.
I think somebody found a whole bottle of wine, once?
[ Because there's certainly no tavern here that she's seen on any of the maps. No bars. No clubs with slot machines and dancing robots. Zip. ZILCH. She's seen a few people bemoaning that, at least, so she supposes his reaction isn't too weird?
It's still pretty weird, though. Like 30% weird. Priorities, man. ]
And, um. You might have some luck if you keep trying the... "convenience store?" You can find food there, so, um.
[Sure, wine is better than nothing, but one whole bottle being found once in the span of two moons is hardly a comfort. He stops his pacing, placing both hands on his hips as he sighs, shaking his head. What is he to do? He can't live like this! Sure, he can endure the cold, he's had to for the last five turns back home, but he at least had some comfort!]
Halone show mercy... I will try the convenience store and pray. Otherwise, this is a cruel jest and I fear I am not laughing.
[He honestly looks pained by this news, it's simply ghastly that he might be bereft of one of his favorite hobbies!]
So... anyroad, where do people go, then? If not the tavern...
[He's assuming the convenience store, but that doesn't sound like the usual social hub... honestly, it doesn't sound like anything he's heard of, for all he knows, it may very well be the Place 2 Be in this frozen wasteland.]
That's... quite the question. There aren't that many of us present here, so meeting up can be, um. A little rare.
A whole bunch of us met up by accident a while ago, though! Me and Biff and Rhys and Dumpy and Al and K-- Kain and just a whole bunch of people. That was cool.
[ And of course, they all met up in the most hip and happening social hangout in Norfinbury. THE place to be. The kind of joint that has people lining up outside the doors waiting to get in! SO COOL. ]
It was at - um, I think I heard someone call it the "crazy cat lady house." There were so many litterboxes.
[Sorry he's from fantasy land, and while they have airships, and even mechanical turrets because why not, litterboxes aren't likely a thing they have. Or if they do, they probably call it something different. Either way, he's raising an eyebrow at her, because regardless of whether he knows what the hell that is, he does understand "crazy cat lady" well enough, and that sounds kind of lame.]
So... let me get this straight. There's no ale, no taverns, and hardly any people? This place really is a hell. Have I died? Is that how I ended up here? I'd like to think I would have ended up in Halone's Halls... and not here...
[He lets out a dramatic sigh, letting his arms go limp at his sides as his head hangs a little. Sure, there's this pretty girl here, but everything else sounds absolutely dreadful!]
Do not misunderstand, I am full sure that any meeting here would be rather cool, regardless of whose house held such a meeting--considering the circumstances--but I fear I won't last long here with how painfully horrible it all sounds.
[Why yes, he did indeed take cool literally, because what is modern slang? He hasn't the foggiest!]
Hey, don't be upset! If you don't remember dying, then you're probably not dead. A lot of people here aren't.
[ What a comforting sentiment that makes no unfortunate implications about Angel's own state at all! ENJOY YOUR NOT-ZOMBIE, BUDDY.
Meanwhile Angel would pat him on the head if she weren't like a foot shorter than he is. She raises a hand, realises the logistical problems here and lets it drop. ]
There, there.
[ A++++++++. ]
I'm sure you'll be fine! When I came here everybody said I wasn't going to last, but I'm doing really well! So I'm sure you will too.
[But, would someone remember dying if they weren't conscious for it? What if he got drunk, stumbled out of Ishgard, passed out somewhere, and got eaten by a Dravanian!? That's an entirely possible situation here!
Though he does pause for a moment, before looking at her. The implication with her attempts to soothe him are... worrying. Sure, her encouragements about him being able to last are nice, but his mind is stuck on something she's said.
He looks at her, eyes slightly squinted as if trying to find the answer to spell itself out on her face.]
Wait a moment... A lot of the people here aren't? Which would imply—
[His eyes widen a bit with the realization, but then confusion clouds his features. If some are dead, and some aren't... then that must mean—]
—are the others zombies!?
[The undead certainly are a plague back home, so it wouldn't be so farfetched...]
[ Ok there's that one guy who claims to be a skeleton, but that's sort of irrelevant and also not exactly the same thing. Probably. Are skeletons just super advanced zombies?
A question for the ages. ]
Some people were dead before they got here, and now they aren't! But not everyone, so that seems to indicate that this isn't some kind of bizarre afterlife. It's all still a puzzle at the moment! It's kind of exciting.
[The last thing he needs is a bunch of iced-over zombies trying to eat his pretty face! However, it is a little perplexing that there are those who should be dead, but aren't. Idly, he thinks of... nay, he tosses the thought aside, he would not be so lucky.
Though for now, he's ignoring her uncertainty on the zombies, and running with the idea THAT MAYBE THEY AREN'T A THING, because that makes him feel safer.]
A puzzle, hm? I cannot say I am against a good mystery, would the circumstances not so dire, however.
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Angel breathes a little sigh of relief (moreso for him than herself, what with her dad's penchant for strangling the everliving frick out of anyone who so much as glances in her direction for too long) and finally shoves the shirt back into her bag. FAREWELL, NEON MONSTROSITY. ]
Coerthas? I don't know that [planet? country? small hamlet???] place. Sorry. I haven't been here long - a week?
Some people have been here for much longer. Approaching fifty days, I think.
[ Meaning settle your butt, dude, you could be here for the long haul. ]
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[He says it all as if he's gloating, and maybe he is a little. He is the son of one of the four high houses, after all! And that is something worth gloating over. Or, at least, he thinks so.
But when she goes on... about how long she's been here, and how long others have, any gloating, or preening he might have been doing (or totally was doing) wilts. Instead, it's steadily replaced by a horrified expression. Sure, whatever, a few days in the snow that's fine, he can deal with that! It sucks, but he'll survive probably!
But 50 days. Nearly two moons stuck in this snowy hell? That is unacceptable.]
That's... awful. Nay, that's terrible! Fifty days? Fifty days... And I hadn't seen one tavern or pub here, neither! How is a man to survive this frosty hell for so long without even a single sip of ale for due comfort!
[Yes, that's his concern. Sure, he doesn't like being in the cold, but how is this medieval french elf noble going to get his drink on to cope!?
He starts to pace a little in front of the fire.]
Pray tell me I merely missed the tavern on my way in—there...there has to be one! I cannot hope to survive in this veritable hell if there is not. 'Tis cruel beyond measure to think of such a reality.
[Someone needs a sippy cup of mead...]
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Well.
I think somebody found a whole bottle of wine, once?
[ Because there's certainly no tavern here that she's seen on any of the maps. No bars. No clubs with slot machines and dancing robots. Zip. ZILCH. She's seen a few people bemoaning that, at least, so she supposes his reaction isn't too weird?
It's still pretty weird, though. Like 30% weird. Priorities, man. ]
And, um. You might have some luck if you keep trying the... "convenience store?" You can find food there, so, um.
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[Sure, wine is better than nothing, but one whole bottle being found once in the span of two moons is hardly a comfort. He stops his pacing, placing both hands on his hips as he sighs, shaking his head. What is he to do? He can't live like this! Sure, he can endure the cold, he's had to for the last five turns back home, but he at least had some comfort!]
Halone show mercy... I will try the convenience store and pray. Otherwise, this is a cruel jest and I fear I am not laughing.
[He honestly looks pained by this news, it's simply ghastly that he might be bereft of one of his favorite hobbies!]
So... anyroad, where do people go, then? If not the tavern...
[He's assuming the convenience store, but that doesn't sound like the usual social hub... honestly, it doesn't sound like anything he's heard of, for all he knows, it may very well be the Place 2 Be in this frozen wasteland.]
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A whole bunch of us met up by accident a while ago, though! Me and Biff and Rhys and Dumpy and Al and K-- Kain and just a whole bunch of people. That was cool.
[ And of course, they all met up in the most hip and happening social hangout in Norfinbury. THE place to be. The kind of joint that has people lining up outside the doors waiting to get in! SO COOL. ]
It was at - um, I think I heard someone call it the "crazy cat lady house." There were so many litterboxes.
[ oh ]
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[Sorry he's from fantasy land, and while they have airships, and even mechanical turrets because why not, litterboxes aren't likely a thing they have. Or if they do, they probably call it something different. Either way, he's raising an eyebrow at her, because regardless of whether he knows what the hell that is, he does understand "crazy cat lady" well enough, and that sounds kind of lame.]
So... let me get this straight. There's no ale, no taverns, and hardly any people? This place really is a hell. Have I died? Is that how I ended up here? I'd like to think I would have ended up in Halone's Halls... and not here...
[He lets out a dramatic sigh, letting his arms go limp at his sides as his head hangs a little. Sure, there's this pretty girl here, but everything else sounds absolutely dreadful!]
Do not misunderstand, I am full sure that any meeting here would be rather cool, regardless of whose house held such a meeting--considering the circumstances--but I fear I won't last long here with how painfully horrible it all sounds.
[Why yes, he did indeed take cool literally, because what is modern slang? He hasn't the foggiest!]
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[ What a comforting sentiment that makes no unfortunate implications about Angel's own state at all! ENJOY YOUR NOT-ZOMBIE, BUDDY.
Meanwhile Angel would pat him on the head if she weren't like a foot shorter than he is. She raises a hand, realises the logistical problems here and lets it drop. ]
There, there.
[ A++++++++. ]
I'm sure you'll be fine! When I came here everybody said I wasn't going to last, but I'm doing really well! So I'm sure you will too.
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[But, would someone remember dying if they weren't conscious for it? What if he got drunk, stumbled out of Ishgard, passed out somewhere, and got eaten by a Dravanian!? That's an entirely possible situation here!
Though he does pause for a moment, before looking at her. The implication with her attempts to soothe him are... worrying. Sure, her encouragements about him being able to last are nice, but his mind is stuck on something she's said.
He looks at her, eyes slightly squinted as if trying to find the answer to spell itself out on her face.]
Wait a moment... A lot of the people here aren't? Which would imply—
[His eyes widen a bit with the realization, but then confusion clouds his features. If some are dead, and some aren't... then that must mean—]
—are the others zombies!?
[The undead certainly are a plague back home, so it wouldn't be so farfetched...]
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[ Ok there's that one guy who claims to be a skeleton, but that's sort of irrelevant and also not exactly the same thing. Probably. Are skeletons just super advanced zombies?
A question for the ages. ]
Some people were dead before they got here, and now they aren't! But not everyone, so that seems to indicate that this isn't some kind of bizarre afterlife. It's all still a puzzle at the moment! It's kind of exciting.
[ angel pls go, ]
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[The last thing he needs is a bunch of iced-over zombies trying to eat his pretty face! However, it is a little perplexing that there are those who should be dead, but aren't. Idly, he thinks of... nay, he tosses the thought aside, he would not be so lucky.
Though for now, he's ignoring her uncertainty on the zombies, and running with the idea THAT MAYBE THEY AREN'T A THING, because that makes him feel safer.]
A puzzle, hm? I cannot say I am against a good mystery, would the circumstances not so dire, however.