When humanity is threatened only the super powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. On the dark side of our moon a threat is once again stirring. The Silver Chalice has been awakened and it thirsts for blood. Sixteen teams of mighty heroes have been called upon to fend off entire armies of brutal aliens. Sixteen have been selected, but only one shall be victorious. And this year it is the Leafs who will drink from the Silver Chalice. #iBLeaf

The shuttle lurches from the impact and the passengers all brace for a hard landing before the pilot warns them to. The Toronto Maple Leafs have been paired with the Boston Bruins for this years tournament. This is good, this is as it should be. If the Leafs would reach the Chalice they must overcome many hurdles, starting with their nearest and dearest rivals, the dastardly heroes of the dirty Bruins.

Morgan Rielly is stuck sitting across from Zdeno Chara and is not having a comfortable ride. The giants knees reach all the way across the aisle and bang against Morgans with every jolt. The Bruins captain blends a look of indifference and confusion into a blank slate, nothing for Morgan to read. The rocket lurches again and Morgan winces as his knee is impacted again. To make matters worse, the comically over sized man thing has a breath well known for being pungent and moist. Morgan can’t decide which he hates more. Just when he thinks he has landed on the moistness a whiff of that stanky old garlic sweat smell hits his nose glands and it’s back to square one.

It’s almost a relief when the rocket finally crashes on the moon. In a cruel twist of fate Morgan finds himself underneath Zdeno’s big nose when he finally comes to consciousness. Pushing the dirty Bruin off, Morgan gets to his feet and takes in his surroundings. They have landed in a small crater, maybe twenty feet across, in the middle of a vast lunar plain. The wreck of their rocket stretches out to either side but Morgan is more concerned about the army that fills the horizon. It is bigger than he had been led to believe by many thousands of warriors which makes things much more interesting.

The army is led by seven commanders. Whichever team collected four of those commanders heads first would be declared the winner of the round. Morgan reaches out with his technopathic senses and quickly disables the alien communications systems. When he opens his eyes he sees that Zdeno has started to jog across the plain, kicking up a trail of dust. Morgan darts after him and looking left and right he notices other trails heading out across the plain.

“Go Leafs! Go!” Morgan yells. He hears a cries in answer and knows his battle brothers are with him even if he can’t see them. “Wait up, you big nosed bastard.” Mo says as he catches up to Zdeno. “We have to work together if we’re going to get through the riffraff to the good stuff.” The Bruin grunts in answer but does moderate his pace slightly allowing Morgan to keep up easily.

An hour later Morgan looks back fondly on Zdeno’s horrid breath. The aliens are vicious, they are strong, and worst of all they stink. Imagine old diapers stewing in sour milk. It’s been all knife work as Morgan is saving his ammo for the commanders. The aliens are fight with a spiky armour and their terrible claws. For all their fury, they seem uncoordinated, likely because they cannot use their communications equipment. If this army had any sort of digital or robotic ordnance Morgan would have dominated that as well, but he contents himself with shutting off the mic’s and practicing his knife drills.

Zdeno grabs an alien by the throat and throttles it. Morgan saves his life when an alien catches the big man flat footed. The Leaf cuts the aliens head off with three well placed knife strokes. An explosion blooms on the other side of a small hill and a large alien comes hurtling out of the air. The first thing Morgan notices is the golden armour of the commanders, then he sees a pair of Mitch Marners grappling with it. Zdeno is busy fighting off another pair of minions. Morgan runs over to back up Mitch. One Mitch splits into two and the three of them grab onto the aliens left leg. Morgan bats aside a feeble swipe and stabs the big alien in the eye. Then he saws its head off. One down. Three to go.