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?
[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Well, you sound like you're gonna be fun. We've been short on psycho cultists. Does the Smiling God approve of multiple wives and want all our money, too?
[Cecil listens in interest for a few minutes. No, not interest... horror. Cecil listens in pure unadulterated horror for a few minutes. His own voice is urgent and not as smooth as it is usually, like a railroad carriage coasting over some bumps in the track. Smiling bumps.]
Listeners... do not listen to this man.
Do not listen to his voice giving cheerful greetings, do not be fooled by his promises of a smiling god and productive work atmosphere, and do not let him fill your minds with lies.
[Maybe if he doesn't engage directly then he can avoid Kevin himself? It's a vain hope.]
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snowblindmemes2015-10-15 02:54 am
Kevin | Welcome to Night Vale | @dbcr; audio
[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Sleep well. We'll be there in the dark.
Every night. Waiting.
@hotstud_xxx; audio
@nvcr; audio
Listeners... do not listen to this man.
Do not listen to his voice giving cheerful greetings, do not be fooled by his promises of a smiling god and productive work atmosphere, and do not let him fill your minds with lies.
[Maybe if he doesn't engage directly then he can avoid Kevin himself? It's a vain hope.]