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?
[ It just kind of pops out, dry as dust, while Jim's eyes track the table leg rather than Steve's face. After a second he seems to realize that that isn't the right thing to say at all. ]
-I mean. No, I'm not one of the monsters or ghosts or whatever.
[Steve chuckles at the rations remark; he can appreciate dry humor.]
"How about this, I won't eat you if you don't eat me. Deal?"
[He tucks the table leg up under his left arm—putting it temporarily out of play, it hasn't escaped him that the kid's attention is fixed on it—and offers his right hand to shake.]
[Steve offers the kid—Jim—a dry smile, but says nothing; an honest reply to his observation would probably only make him more nervous. He gives him a firm, friendly handshake.]
"Nice to meet you, Jim. ...I was about to do the same thing. Find anything interesting?"
[ Jim withdraws his hand quickly, still wary despite the apart friendliness. He's not going to be actively antagonistic, but it pays to keep on your toes around here.
He does rummage in the pockets of his oversized leather coat and produce a can of peaches. ]
[Steve decides he'd better keep an eye on the kid. He doesn't seem hostile, but scared people can be unpredictable sometimes.
Steve leans forward to squint at the label (it's a bit dim in here) but makes no move to take the can from him.]
"Good Lord, peaches." [His mouth starts to water.] "You know what, I'm going to take that challenge. That's a damn sight better than the rations I've been eating. ...Don't suppose you've seen a block of concrete around somewhere?"
[ Jim rolls the word around, memorizing it; it's nothing he's ever heard of before, like a lot of other things here. He does offer the can to Steve, because he's going to have to do that eventually anyway. ]
I've got a little piece of rubble. My friend Kain did something like that, where you punch a hole with it. Is that what you're doing?
"No, there's thing I saw on YouTube I always wanted to try, where you rub the can on concrete—never mind, we'll do it the ugly way."
[Steve accepts the can from Jim with a nod of thanks and kneels down, setting the can and his table leg on the floor and swinging his backpack down off his shoulders. He rummages in a pocket until he pulls out a small but pointy shard of metal and small piece of cloth. He rips off a strip of cloth and winds it around one end of the shard, blunting it, then sets the sharp tip against the lid of the can and picks up the table leg before glancing up at Jim.]
"Give me a hand? Try and keep the can still, if you would."
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"...Hi."
[Steve relaxes a little and steps fully around the corner, dropping his table leg so that he's holding it low and loose, non-threatening.]
"You don't look terribly much like you want to try to eat me."
[He tries a small, friendly smile.]
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[ It just kind of pops out, dry as dust, while Jim's eyes track the table leg rather than Steve's face. After a second he seems to realize that that isn't the right thing to say at all. ]
-I mean. No, I'm not one of the monsters or ghosts or whatever.
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"How about this, I won't eat you if you don't eat me. Deal?"
[He tucks the table leg up under his left arm—putting it temporarily out of play, it hasn't escaped him that the kid's attention is fixed on it—and offers his right hand to shake.]
"I'm Steve."
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-Jim. And, uh, deal. Don't think I have much of a chance against you anyway.
[ Steve being the size of a house and all. ]
I was just turning this place over. Sometimes you find decent stuff.
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"Nice to meet you, Jim. ...I was about to do the same thing. Find anything interesting?"
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[ Jim withdraws his hand quickly, still wary despite the apart friendliness. He's not going to be actively antagonistic, but it pays to keep on your toes around here.
He does rummage in the pockets of his oversized leather coat and produce a can of peaches. ]
Share it with you if you can get it open.
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Steve leans forward to squint at the label (it's a bit dim in here) but makes no move to take the can from him.]
"Good Lord, peaches." [His mouth starts to water.] "You know what, I'm going to take that challenge. That's a damn sight better than the rations I've been eating. ...Don't suppose you've seen a block of concrete around somewhere?"
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[ Jim rolls the word around, memorizing it; it's nothing he's ever heard of before, like a lot of other things here. He does offer the can to Steve, because he's going to have to do that eventually anyway. ]
I've got a little piece of rubble. My friend Kain did something like that, where you punch a hole with it. Is that what you're doing?
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[Steve accepts the can from Jim with a nod of thanks and kneels down, setting the can and his table leg on the floor and swinging his backpack down off his shoulders. He rummages in a pocket until he pulls out a small but pointy shard of metal and small piece of cloth. He rips off a strip of cloth and winds it around one end of the shard, blunting it, then sets the sharp tip against the lid of the can and picks up the table leg before glancing up at Jim.]
"Give me a hand? Try and keep the can still, if you would."