A stormy, election year tempest. Tragic figures adrift on a worm riven, rotting, political platform. Broken by pointless debate, bad buffets and too many frantic press briefings they now know survival is not possible. Clutching what is left of his decaying alter ego, a shattered man refuses to let go. Another cowers in darkness, bewildered, alienated knowing his future is now cursed to a litany of lies. Yet another tears his hair mourning the loss of the moral fiber he may never regain. The others stare in grief and confusion negotiating for crumbs, cursing their poll numbers or weeping quietly into their bank statements. All have, without hesitation, tasted the flesh of shipmates and feel profound regret.