A post-apocalyptic festival in Shediac, October 1-3, 2027. The year's 2285. The paperwork stopped a while ago. There's a lobster in this town taller than a house, built for no reason anyone ever wrote down; every October we gather near it, pour for strangers first, and tell you the rest. Fires, a salvage market, machines, noise, tea, and night screenings at the Neptune Drive-In. The only thing we ask: bring a face.