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Dec 11th, 2025 - Written by Beat

chicago snow

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how many years now? think we moved in 2018 ... yeah, I remember smash ultimate released (coulda sworn it was 2017 though), let's go pikachu and eevee ... uh ... i was 14. school 'round the outskirts of chicago. february--second semester of eighth. at the time i was real excited to go to riverside with davie and jayven, been friends with 'em since elementary. how many sunday nights did we spend on call playing tf2 til 3? how many things did we plan to do that summer? how many days until

i remember how cold it would get. mom would bundle me up in like a thousand layers in january and i'd be practically waddling to the bus. i'd end up shedding all of it to be compacted into a solid block of clothing in my locker or in my backpack. not much in there anyways, 'cept for drumsticks and maybe a bag of doritos.

i remember how december meant christmas. it meant the flurry of snow delicately dancing down from the cotton clouds down to blanket what we left unkempt from the autumn. it meant the ground emanating with a soft glow, reflected from fairy lights haphazardly strung on the tangle of branches from the now callow trees. the wet muck of sludge that was once snow and dirt and oil separately, currently fused into the sidewalk making it impossible to walk properly while wearing those old jordans that my dad passed onto me. they were the same shoes i had on when

mom told me right before finals week. said we're moving to australia cause of dad's new job. i remember feeling a thousand different things-- excitement, fear ... anger, mostly. i had my whole life planned here, with my friends, with the rest of my family, and i had to throw away everything i built up, everything i planned until now? yeah, i was fucking pissed. went up to my room and called up davie and jay on discord. every word i said felt like icicles piercing the roof of my mouth with each consonant, every vowel, every mention of leaving my home here for-- for an entire other country! fuck, man. and we're gonna drift apart, and... and i dunno if we'll ever see each other in person ever again. who knows if we'd have the money to visit. and what if i forgot how it was in america? it's terrifying in so, oh so many different ways. i couldn't directly say that i loved them. it would sound pretty fuckin' gay. same with saying that i would miss them dearly. despite that,

i remember my last hour in chicago. waiting in o'hare with my parents, with dave's and jay there with their parents as well. i remember saying the words that i was so scared of. i remember them saying it back, all of us holding back our tears as to not shame ourselves. i held them as close as i can, these people like brothers to me who i've known for most my life up til then. what felt like an hour hushed in a second as the announcement for our plane came over the speakers, telling passengers to start boarding the plane. we all pulled away, before i took however much of my entire life that fit in a few suitcases with me, every step a mile away from what will forever be home.

December is now supposed to mean summer for me. I don't think I'll ever get used to it, as the chill of the Windy City still breezes by the nape of my neck, 7 years later.

Dec 10th, 2025 - Written by Voice

Ride the Cyclone

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No, not the musical. 

It's a metaphor for... ah, who gives a fuck.

Hi all! It's been a while since you've seen me, eh? Both on here and on OCSN. In, uh, in recent news, I've gotten glasses 'cause my eyes are ruined beyond repair, heh. They hurt to wear when writing up close like this, but are definitely needed, especially after getting lost at Costco thrice. Look, all my life I've gone to Kmart, never have I ever once stepped foot in the goddamn labyrinth that is Costco until living with Mai, so like... give me a break, mate.

Christ, my back hurts... neck isn't fairing as well either. Jesus. Also, my eyes still hurt a bit. Maybe a nap or a glass of water wouldn't hurt.

... I'm doing okay. Well, not perfect, but I've come a long way. Somewhat. I'm, what, 23? Jesus. Feels like yesterday I was 21 working at some shit office in Melbourne.

--- --th, 2025 - Written by Nibbs

IMPORTANT OOC UPDATE

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okay so im changing all of the dates to be around now which is like. october november december ill change the dates soon enough but yeah soz. nib out

Nov 28th, 2025 - Written by Bass

we're sorry for party rocking

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YOOOO sorry we haven't been posting lol. i've been posting shit on my oscn (FOLLOW ME AT @TINKATONDRUMS PLEAAASE) so haven't been too active on here. casey's also moved to there as well and has been doomposting, as you usually do. jokes aside. it's been rough. i really can't jest too much 'bout this, 'specially about case's particular sitch. vi's been pissed about it, ruairi's avoiding talking to casey in general, and mai's still sticking by him throughout, despite this. mai's handling herself pretty well, but... i'm a bit worried about the toll of this atlas' world that's been dumped on her shoulders, case being the atlas in question still [attempting to] recovering from the major fuckin' clusterfuck that is the stresses of life and mental health. like. i dunno man. just a bit worried about both of them.

sunday we had band practice and it was awfully silent-- well uh, silent as a rock band practice can be. but yeah, no one talked much, uhh god it's like 2 am, my brain'snot functioning properly man FUUUCK. tldr: how the fuck do we help casey

May 3th, 2025 - Written by Uke

Friday Evening

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Hello and good morning to everyone on this fine Saterday morning!

So. I was not made aware of whatever "the thing" was until last night. Casey and I were sitting down on the couch, feeling a bit down and rewatching some TV show, it was this sitcom about these two guys and their blonde neighbour  -- I forgot the name of it, and it wasn't very interesting, anyhow. Anyhow, it was around 8 in the evening, when certain somebodies rang at our doorbell. I hesitantly got up from my seat and walked to greet the mystery individual outside, only to find Vihaan, Casey, and Ruairi with blankets, snacks, a couple of drinks, and all other sorts of various memorabilia. 

This was completely unplanned, but I ended up welcoming them in anyways. They went and sat in the living room, all huddled together with their blankets and pizza and whatnot. Casey seemed a tad bit overwhelmed at first, but after a while, with me next to him, and also next to the seemingly thousands of plushies they had brought with them piling up in walls next to us, he ended up being much more calmer as the night continued. We ended up watching the Toy Story trilogy, all bundled up and together like this. It was quite nice, we shared laughs and sorrows, Vi and Bruno were talking over the movie with all various sorts of quips, Ruairi was sketching in his notebook, and Casey, whom, earlier that night, wasn't exactly in the best of moods, calmed down significantly, and was radiating with warmth. Although he was still very quiet, I could tell he was doing a bit better. We didn't talk much, but just by feeling his presence physically next to me, it seemed as though the world became just a bit brighter that night.

So, thanks to Vihaan, Bruno, and Ruairi for uplifting our spirits. I hope the couch wasn't too uncomfortable to sleep on.

And to my love, Casey, thank you for merely being. I love you more than all the hopes and dreams in a child's giggle...whatever that means. Haha!

And of course, thank you for reading and for being a fan of our band. It wouldn't still exist if not for the support you have given us over these past few months. Thank you, truly. For now, I have to clean up from last night and give my boyfriend all of the kisses and snuggles in the world. 

Goodbye, for now!

P.S. You can have snippets of our personal lives--I've changed my mind, slightly. Unfortunately, you will not be given our bank account information. Sorry, not sorry.

P.P.S. Yes, I am writing this from the comfort of my bed. God forbid a woman want to cuddle with her partner. I will clean up in due time, aka later. Good day to you all.

May 3th, 2025 - Audio recording by Bass (Vihaan) and Beat (Bruno)

TINY PODCAST!!!!

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(Audio transcription by Keys)

V: Holy shit bro.

B: No, 'cause like actually, I haven't seen the band this... quiet. And you always constantly fuckin' yapping like--

V: Bro, shut up-- [laugh]

B: But yeah, crikey. Welcome to the, uh.. Tiny Man--Tiny Band... Podcast? Tiny Podcast. Yeah!

V: No, don't say that. [chuckle] No. I don't want to do a podcast.

B: C'mon, it's fun! Part of the-- the band... expansion...? Thing. Whatever. [chuckle]

V: So... uh... what should... we talk about...?

B: ...We can talk about how we feel currently? Maybe? Perchance? 

V: Yeah. Yeah, sure. Uh... haven't seen Casey at all at practice. I feel, uh... I mean, I was never close with him, but... but hope he's doing okay, I guess. From what I've seen on the blog, and from Mai... When, uh, are we doing the thing?

B: The.. oh, the thing! Tonight, it's tonight. Can't say what it is right now, 'cause other band members do check the blog--

V: [snort] Yeah, no shit--

B: --aaaaand it's a secret! To like, 2/5ths of the band. Keys, put like, put a smiley face at the end of that. Like a colon, and then a 3. Colon 3. No nose, that's a Case thing...

V: Dude, just write the subs yourself!

B: I'm busy!

V: No you're not bro, I see you--

B: --see me doing your mum and sucking my big, fat--

V: Big? Big?? It's fuckin' tiny bro, atomic sized. Lil' bro has a tiny, itty, bitty, American micropenis. 

B: Pfft-- don't use the American card, it's too cheap! Too easy! Get better material!

V: Blah, blah, [yelling back in Hindi]

B: I will-- I'll [yelling back in Spanish]

(Transcriptor note: I do not want to translate. It doesn't seem like anything of much interest anyways. I'll tell you about the "thing" after. If someone else doesn't post about it.)

Edit: ignore the fucked ass embed we couldn't get it to work properly just like. scroll on it until you find the audio

May 1th, 2025 - Written by Bass

man idk

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i would just post on twitter but they said to post on here at least once like bruh

bro mais like always on my ass about everything ugh. im doing this at midnight so that like it sounds stupider and stuff 

is this because of casey?? like legit. no wait actually fr omfg like. i cant really joke cus like. were all. we're all fucked up in our own ways hope that case feels better soon. wait why do we write the same kinda like bro what. deadass like shit what if he. nah. why do i write like a valley girl wtf

alr bye 

May 1th, 2025 - Written by Voice

Untitled

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Alright, fine. Shit. Fucking hell. 

... No, this is my fucking website, I'll do damn well what I please. I can post whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I want. 

May 1th, 2025 - Written by Voice

Untitled

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i need to talk to my therapist. im sorry i want to pull away so bad but i want to improve i want to love myselfe the way i lovr others please

m itching to cut again or jerk off til i crywank myself to a shit orgasm. ishoulfd

April 30th, 2025 - Written by Casey

sad los camp lyric

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mai cuddled me to sleep tonight after i fucking relapsed again and was sobbing my fucking eyes out. honest like it wasn't even as bad as i used to do. its just cat scratches. wont be visible when i go see my therapist wednesday

i dont deserve her. shes too good for me. she didnt even ask or anything, just came to my side and hugged me to sleep and was warm andn soft and understanding all without a single uttered word

m tired. writngn this from my phoen at 4 am. im comfy. im gona go back to bedd now. i think i forgot to take my meds today

April 30th, 2025 - Written by Uke

Update

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Good morning, afternoon and/or evening everyone!

Casey is doing okay. For those who were asking about him during the post-show, we thank you generously for your concern. As of currently, I am helping him as much as I can, while the rest of the band is working on the music you all love. The rest of the band and I are doing well, both physically and mentally, so no need to be too worried about us. And also, thank you for the support last Sunday during the show, especially during my vocal performance! 

For now, I bid you adieu.

P.S. We are working on maybe limiting blog use for Casey as to not concern you too much with our personal lives. Thank you.

April 29th, 2025 - Written by Keys

Show

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Casey got to crowd surf. It was fun. This time we ended the show with a performance between us and DICE. We played Freebird. I think Bass got to sing a song too. I can't remember what it was. But he did a good job. We all did.

April 25th, 2025 - Written by Uke

Our Next Show!

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Hello everyone!

I am happy to inform you about the date and location of our next performance! We are performing with D/CE at the Elephant and Castle Hotel on the 27th of this month on Sunday, so please, come along, grab a couple of drinks, and enjoy some good music with a couple of friends!

Farewell until the show, our lovely audience.

April 23th, 2025 - Written by Bass

thanks bros

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I LOVE MY FANS 😛❤️‍🔥🔥😘 last nights performance was amazing thank you to all our lovely fans and thanks for cheering the loudest when i sang smile like you mean it SUCK MY FAT DICK CASEY

But yeah lol its cool to see the support the band has been getting both online and inperson. and also shout out to that guy who requested benson boone. i think ukie is going to never let us take requests again

April 23th, 2025 - Written by Keys

Response to Voice

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Does that mean I get to sing too. Just not I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) please. 

April 21th, 2025 - Written by Voice

That's enough, let's get you home.

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"Man, you call this recovered?"  (Will Wood - "Half-Decade Hangover")

It's been, what, almost a year? You think I should be, well, recovered. I wish this shit was linear. I wish my progress brought me somewhere I could say I'm not feeling like shit every day. I'm alive mostly out of obligation, not really for myself. Selfish thinking, really. I'm the same idiot, just less depressed. Makes me feel more guilty, ultimately. 

It's like-- it's like a missing puzzle piece. Just one missing piece that I don't have that can get me back to being "normal". I'm not doing as bad as those with thousands of different missing pieces, so it doesn't quite feel like.. like I'm worth it, y'know? Like shit man, Mai has to deal with fucking dysphoria about the literal body she's in which is, by the way, inescapable, and past stress from her expectations as the """son""" of the family, and like Asian parent stuff I dunno mate I'm a cis white guy. Can't even begin to imagine the hell she's in.

Bruno overexerts himself to be the best and Vihaan's recovering from that drain after overexerting yourself--you'd think Bruno would at least see that. Fuck, man, I-- I used to be worse than this, but where I am currently, and especially compared to my peers... I don't think I'm that worth it. I don't really feel like putting in the effort to get better, honestly. God. I'm tired, man. New song soon, maybe. Bruno can do the vocals for that one, I think, his voice is really good.

"Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up." (Will Wood - Cicada Days)

April 20th, 2025 - Written by Beat

eueueueueuruurh

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i;m procrastinating on my project someone save m eFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK oUIFEHjgb. im writnf this post instead heahahhaaaaaa.....

i'm supposed to be working on like. this comm for a guy uhh.. it's like a song inspired by the great gatsby (i lowkey think this is like a schoolteacher asking me to do this shit) and i am Stupid and Dumb and am reading gatsby and its Fine. just Fine. i cannot focus on this shit to save my life bro

aw fuck yeah boiiiiii