The Council of Emotions

Hello to everyone. Bit weird for me to be writing a New Year's Post, but apparently, I'm next to write this, so here it goes: It was quite a year of ups and downs, I must say. But it would not do to dwell on the past. I guess this is a happy new year from us at the Council. Sincerely, M. A. Midnight

Hello. I had a really strange dream two nights ago. Normally speaking, my dreams are never really that memorable to write about. More often than not, it's a memory of me in my old house. It might be terrifying, might be boring, but they're my memories, however distorted they are through the lens of dreaming. But that dream, that was definitely abnormal. For one, I'm not in my house, but out on a street. Though, Gods know what street I'm on, since everything is white, except a wall, a streetlamp and, I kid you not, a dog-like being looking at me, like they're using the wall for support, if that makes sense. Let that sink in for a few seconds. After a few pleasantries (knowing they know my husband, despite us having never met in real life is ever so slightly unnerving), we got down to brass tacks. It was... fruitful, to say the least, though we were treading between familiar grounds and uncharted waters. (Not sure if their complimenting me on my intelligence and reaso

Hello? Where am I? Who are you? Hello. I want to play a game. A game? Of what kind? Well... see if you can figure it out as we go along. Alright? OK. Let's start with... organ. Heart? Nope. (thud) What was that for?! Well, wrong answer. Next, piano? Forte? Nope. (thud) That's closer?! WHY?! Wrong answer. Neville Chamberlain? Winston Churchill? (click, beep) Wait, wait, wait, what? What's that for? Just keep going. Midnight? Noon. (click, beep) OK. OK, OK, ok, ok. Alpha? Zulu? Ooh, so so so close, but no. (thud) ... I don't wanna do this anymore. Can I leave? Well... no. It's you or them, capitaine. (beep) Oh, you... really?! You really have to do this?! Yes, obviously. Last one is pi. HELP! e? (creak) You can go. But what about them? ... Better hope they can swim. (splash) HELP US!

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I'm back... I think. Sincerely hoping everyone is alright. I'm sorry for not posting anything recently, but I've been slightly off. I, once again, express my regret of picking up the bottle. Yours truly, Chris Ocean Garnet P. S. Matilda also says that I would not be having fun if I drank again, so... more incentive, I guess? Kivoe-hdOCn-nem2Xeto-SBs-htoPhRoi-tb6ofnlhUAy-gieBJFtskrW7Rh-esXdQei-XIMEsstX

Hello, It's always harder to deal with when it's one of your own. Chris is missing, presumably dead. As the most senior member of the Council, I hereby declare protocol  KKNJF0KK84 , also known as Leader MIA. I will take over the duties that he usually does. I only ask the Council to remain as professional as possible during this trying time. Thank you for your understanding. Sincerely, M. A. Midnight

Buenos días, Mesdames et Messieurs. Again, nothing much, it seems, has transpired. We have some new people: Melody, who is such a cutie. Smores, who seems like a good one. Lock... well, she feels a bit too manic for my taste. Sparrow is, apparently, Terminal, so that was an interestingly awkward talk we witnessed between them and Spider. Chris called a meeting. We talked about Cole's suggestion at length. Tense little meeting, but a simple majority was reached. Speaking about that, HHKK HW9GOQF got back to me. Of course, as per usual, it's all encoded to hell and back. The setting, he said, is from Matthew's nonsense some time back. I don't know why he would do that, but probably just to pull my leg. He tends to do that quite a bit. Anyway, here's what he replied. "I was watching Tom Cruise fighting over a production of Turandot , mate. Exciting stuff, but do you really have to do it the old-fashioned way?  A call would have been sufficient, you know. All thin

[RECORDING START] Hello? Matilda? James? Peter? Matthew? Where is everyone? Why is it so dark in here? Who are you? No. No. Not you again. It's not my fault. It's not my fault that he... I... I don't... I did not... No... Mat, please... NO! Come out, come out, wherever you are... I can see you, you know. [RECORDING END]

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Hello, I'm sorry for being quite silent recently. As James has mentioned, it's quiet, and with it comes boredom. Naturally, I have to do something about that. Introducing... my playlist . Ranging from half•alive, to Charlie Puth, Elton John, IDKHOW, and Jay-Z. A little bit of Elton John and a little bit of Rick Astley, that should do it. The Black Eyed Peas, huh? I reckon Billie Eilish right after Rick Astley is quite strange, but it's fine. I reckon from ABBA to Jay-Z would be stranger. Post Malone, of course, is a classic, alongside Charlie Puth. half•alive is quite alright, but Rick Astley is quite unbeatable. Well, I say that, but nothing beats ABBA, yeah? Sorry for gushing about it. I guess I'm feeling quite excited to share this with you all . Signing off for now, M. A. Midnight P. S. Peter, Matthew, and Mallory, you three read that real careful, yeah? Title Case.