There are exactly two times a year Herc Hansen lets himself get so drunk he can't even remember what exactly his own name is. And neither of these dates is Christmas. Or, Herc Hansen receives a gift at the annual Hong Kong shatterdome "Cancelin' the Apocalypse" party in 2027. Something that sank under the Pacific blue; a reminder and guilt. Rated again only because of language because I'm bad at not swearing.