HerculeHastings

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About HerculeHastings

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    Loremaster
  • Birthday 12/22/1992

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  • Favorite RP Genre
    Realistic, but I can try anything
  • Role Playing Style
    Slow, and my posts tend to be 1 Microsoft Word page in length
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  • Favorite Character
    Lorne Hilary Linton
  • Current Roleplays
    Dragons of the Four Kingdoms (http://www.surreality-rp.com/topic/571-dragons-of-the-four-kingdoms/)
  • Complete/Retired Role Plays
    Becka (http://www.surreality-rp.com/topic/341-becka/)
  • Favorite Roleplay
    Becka

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    Female
  • Location
    Singapore
  • Occupation
    University student
  • Interests
    Being a campus radio DJ, anime, reading (sometimes), listening to Japanese music

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  1. NC-17 We Do Not Stand... A L O N E

    “We have intruders, Mr Jack,” Nixi hissed. A man was standing at a narrow aisle between two rows of filing cabinets, his back completely straight as if he were standing to attention. He had remained in this frozen posture for the past ten minutes now, only his neck rotating as far as his human muscles would allow, mechanically scanning the titles on the shelves. He looked to be in his late thirties, an age where wrinkles had not begun to appear yet, but he had already taken on an aura of power. He turned to face his beloved now, his eyes softening as she squeezed herself nimbly through the window, which was open just a crack. Contrary to what most humans seemed to think, snakes were not the only animals that hissed. Nixi padded up to him and rubbed her face lovingly against the leg of his trousers. His beloved cat, a priceless beauty. She might look like a common stray to the uninitiated, but this ginger cat had accompanied him through much of life’s journeys, and had eventually ended her life together with him as well… But no matter. They were now reunited again, this time with a new objective. He knew, of course, that he would not be alone in this quest. The Grim Reaper had warned, no, promised of other participants, opponents to this game. Except to Mr Jack, it was not a game. The Grim Reaper had raised the stakes too high for that. There was a blue orb of light that had been hovering near his head, helping to illuminate some of the darker corners. He extinguished it just as an irritating girlish voice echoed through the records room. "Come out then. You won't get what you want from my mind while I'm still breathing. Or pretending to breathe, rather." His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Nixi’s voice rang out telepathically in his mind, “Yes, I had a brief spat with her outside. She is quite a bitch.” “No worries,” he answered back telepathically. “We shall deal with her and put her in her place.” ~~~ “Oh, oof!” I grunted lamely, holding out my hands to steady myself and the chair, whose “ergonomically designed” features only succeeded in hurting my back. Rosalyn herself was on the alert, her features gradually changing, mutating, to the horror I had witnessed that night. Her eyes turned more cat-like and I could feel an aura of power and contempt radiating from her. I turned instinctively to avoid this unnatural sight, and caught sight of another figure among the shelves. “Sir, you probably, er, shouldn’t be here,” I exclaimed. A security guard was patrolling the shelves, seemingly clueless to the mayhem that was unfolding around him. He calmly and slowly looked through every cabinet, opening, examining and closing each one methodically. A very meticulous employee, but I had the duty to keep him safe, because Rosalyn hardly struck me as a person to care about collateral damage. “Sir, you should leave!” He did not seem to have heard me, so I left my chair and hurried fearfully to him. “Sir!” When I reached him I quickly grabbed hold of his hand, intending to get his attention, but froze in shock. His hand was icy cold. It was as if I was gripping a non-living object. The figure brushed my hands away with astounding strength, continuing on his quest, not even turning to look at me. That was when I noticed his skin seemed a lot paler than it should be. I stood there in shock, watching him shuffle from one filing cabinet to another. He was already dead. This was a trap, and I had fallen gullibly into it. There was a much louder shuffling sound now, coming from behind me. I turned hurriedly and stumbled backward, a cry escaping from my lips. What came up to me was making no pretence of being human anymore. It was nothing but a shambling lifeless horror, a black shadow of a humanoid that could only make groaning sounds. I was sandwiched between the walking corpse – which was just as uninterested towards the new arrival – and an outright zombie. I made a run for it, with the monster following suit as expected. Also just as expected, I turned the corner and found more of these shambling horrors emerging from the aisles. I let out a suffocated yell as the horrors – some of them not even humanoid anymore – closed in on me and grabbed me with their cold, smelly appendages
  2. What's up?

    From the pain or? *pats*
  3. So What Do You Think Happened?

    Also not all Japanese are very proud of their anime. I've met a few Japanese people who went to my university as a sort of cultural immersion trip, and honestly most of them know next to nothing about anime. That, and anime are usually aired in midnight timeslots. So i'd say anime isn't entirely representative of the country's entertainment consumption preferences.
  4. What's up?

    Oh i found out we've just got to click on the star icon beside the thread title and it'll take us to the first unread post.
  5. So What Do You Think Happened?

    The main thing for millennials now, i think, is to be constantly entertained almost every minute, which is hard unless forums have tons of members. They want to have news, new information, every single time they refresh, like Facebook or Reddit. And forums simply cannot keep up with their demand for instant-speed content.
  6. Lunar New Year and Eye Infections

    Haha it didn't seem to cause any lasting damage. He didn't end up frothing at the mouth or anything. XDD And hmm well there are! They're usually wordplay though, like the word for oranges sounds kinda like the word for luck. Oh and we aren't supposed to sweep our floor or cut our hair during the New Year cuz we might be sweeping our luck away. Oh and the night before, children are supposed to get a red packet from their parents and put it under their pillows when they sleep, and also stay up to or past midnight. This way their parents will have longevity.
  7. Lunar New Year and Eye Infections

    Oh we've LOADS of customs. But the most important one is New Year visiting, where we bring oranges and visit our relatives. The younger generation will hold up 2 oranges to each married relative (yes they have to be married) and wish them good health, prosperity, whatever you want to wish them. And the married person will give them a red packet (which is a Chinese-looking small envelope) with money inside. And there's also lou hei (which is actually more of a singaporean/Southeast Asian thing) where we take a large platter with many cold ingredients like raw fish (nowadays they're going for abalone slices cuz of some hygiene scare regarding raw fish), crackers, carrot slices etcetera and plum sauce and some other sauces. And everyone gathers around with chopsticks and start grabbing as much as they can and raising those ingredients high up in the air and down again, while yelling out wishes for the new year. So in a way with everyone's effort, the ingredients are mixed together. And then after a few minutes of mixing we grab some and start to eat. It's usually very messy. XD
  8. So What Do You Think Happened?

    Oh man i don't get Reddit. It seems so... Messy. But you're right, people don't seem to have the patience for forums anymore! Everything's just social media. Millenials and their short attention span, you know. And wanting everybody in the universe to know about what they think. Might be something to do with phones too. It's more difficult to type long posts on phones and we tend to only have a few minutes while on public transport or waiting for people so we do things speedily.
  9. What's up?

    Aw man the phone doesn't immediately take me to the newest unread post like it did before, i think. D:
  10. Because both happen concurrently. So happy New Year to the Chinese folk who celebrate it! Lunar New Year started on Monday and will go on for 15 days, but we went back to school and work on Wednesday haha. For those who did celebrate it, did you do anything special? Except Timey being bitten by a chihuahua when he went house visiting. XD But alas, for the New Year, my body decided to develop a stye in my eye. IT IS SO IRRITATING I WANT TO PULL MY EYEBALL OUT.
  11. What's up?

    Hiii! Most of my activity is centred on spamming INCESSANTLY on Facebook and Twitter. I'm honestly surprised people haven't blocked me already. XDD Aside from that, I'm somehow still a Scholar, which is embarrassing since I'm hardly around here anymore. Maybe Ack should remove my position. D: EDIT: Also we need a new forum game on Surreality. That's what keeps people staying on the site. XD
  12. 3rd time's the charm?

    Have you PM-ed Ack about it?
  13. Site Upgrade

    Hiii! I've been really busy but hey I've got 1 roleplay going here at least!
  14. NC-17 We Do Not Stand... A L O N E

    How could I sleep that night? Everytime I closed my eyes, I would imagine her suddenly materialising behind me again, her icy breath sending goose bumps down my shoulder. Every sound I heard on this uncomfortably comfortable bed sent my heart scuttling. I could almost hear her cackling like a witch. The cackles would get deeper and deeper in my mind, till they were wolves howling, or demons laughing. I touched the scratch she had made on my cheek with a shudder, trying to block out the hallucinations. She had most definitely not been human, with the way she moved like an apparition to my side. She had licked my blood off her finger too... “You look very tired. Was the bed not to your liking?†The night had been long and dreary, my fearing every moment that I might be consumed either by her or by the nightmarish visions that my mind had conjured up for me. I knew not whether to be relieved or petrified further when the door to my room suddenly opened and the man from earlier, Rogi, announced in a rather bored fashion (quite the understatement to what I was feeling right then!) that the Mistress had summoned me to breakfast. And so I had gotten dressed and traipsed to the dining-room, once again an unnecessarily enormous room that dwarfed the girl sitting before me. From the sunlight streaming in from the full-length windows, she seemed so harmless, as if last night’s events had been only a dream. “Well? Are you going to answer me?†her voice took on the slightest hint of steeliness. I felt myself tense and murmured a forced “it was very good, ma’am†in a choked voice. She laughed. It was not as hideous as I had imagined. “Why would you call me ma’am? I do not look old, and we hardly live in the past era, where people have to pretend to have manners. And to my regret, you’re not my servant either, like Rogi,†she said. The odious hunchback, who had been slouching at a corner, snapped to attention at the mention of his name. “Well,†I said carefully, “you haven’t offered me an alternative by which to address you.†The girl thought for a while, her head cocked to one side. “You may call me Rosalyn, I guess,†she mused. “But come sit down to eat, for I’m hungry and have no time to exchange silly pleasantries. We have to discuss the game.†I gulped at the sight of the forbidding envelope resting on the centre of the table. “I haven’t been out into the city for a very long time, and so I need your help to find this person quickly, before the others get to him. Tell me, what is this place indicated on this map?†She slid a map across the table. I took a bite of my croissant, my lips turning dry. “I-if I may say something…†I muttered like a little boy fearful of his governess. “I’m not of these parts. I came here on a trip from abroad, and so I’m far less likely than you to identify any place in this area.†“Oh, is that so?†said Rosalyn with a frown. “You’re useless then. I really should’ve killed you.†She did not follow through on her word, though, but shifted her attention to the map instead. “What do these blue lines on the map mean, I wonder…†I peered as she traced her long fingernail (the very same nail that had evoked this scar on my face!) along the crumpled piece of paper. The map was very much self-explanatory, from what I could see. There was a marketplace, indicated by a picture of a vegetable, and a church. The blue lines (which looked more like yellow to my poor colour-blind eyes) weaved along the roads, passing these landmarks and a few other buildings. “That’s a bus route,†I said. “It passes these bus-stops. Oh!†I rummaged in my bag, drawing out the limp bus guide that had misled me the day before. The marketplace, and the church. Why, this was the bus route that I was supposed to take, had my route been correct! I felt a wave of misery course through me, nearly rendering me limp on the table. How my fate had changed its course, all because of a disability of mine and some bad luck! “If you know these places, then tell me, what is this one?†Rosalyn pointed to a place circled in red. I looked at it and compared it to my bus guide, and a copy of my own map that I had used to guide me. “If this is right, then this building can only be…†I paused. “The City Hall.â€
  15. NC-17 We Do Not Stand... A L O N E

    I cannot deny I jumped when I felt the light touch of the girl’s hand on my shoulder. Having come from a home where any sort of physical intimacy – even between mother and daughter – is frowned upon, I am sometimes taken aback by the friendliness shown by strangers out in public. The feeling worsened when the girl started moving one hand up my neck and tickling it with the other hand. I could not pay attention to what she was saying, for goose pimples were rising all over my body. What happened next was a blur. I vaguely recall a man ushering me quite hurriedly, without paying heed to my nervous questions, to a set of clean clothes, and then ushering me away again to a room to change, before scurrying off again, relieved that his job was over. And this is the room that I found myself in, what looks like a study. I have changed into what was provided, which was a rather old set of gentleman’s suit and trousers, slightly too loose for me. It would do for the night, but I have fortunately some extra clothes in my bag that just require some drying from the rain. But that was not what had startled me, or given me this urge to run away at the nearest opportunity. I must backtrack again, to before I had changed. The room had been fairly dim, and so I had placed the clothes on the table before feeling for the lights. As I was changing, an envelope with a letter in it fell onto the floor. I was about to pick it up and return it when I chanced upon the letter’s contents. And why, my hand began shaking on its own accord! The letter itself is very long, but I feel a duty to report the gist, or at least some parts, of its contents, for this is something that must be reported. I wish I could take this letter and report it to the police straightaway, if I only knew where they are. I shall copy down as much of this letter as I can, so that this book can be used as evidence if necessary, before anyone comes in here and catches me. “Dear Rosalyn Mallory You have been cordially invited to take part in the Assassination Game. The objective of the game is simple. Enclosed in this envelope is a name, the name of the person you are tasked to kill. You will be competing with 8 other chosen participants, and the first to eliminate this target will be granted what they wish most, along with a small stipend of five million dollars.-†~~~ “What they wish most.†A curl spread over the man’s lips as he silently read out the contents of his letter. “Would this person actually know what I want the most?†“Do not share any of this information with anyone else. If any outsiders hear of this, the offence is punishable by the rules of this game.†He lifted the letter and looked at what was affixed below it. The smirk on his face immediately vanished and he turned ghastly pale. “So…†he murmured. “This guy’s serious, is he? But how did he know…†With warm regards, The Grim Reaper