When humanity is threatened only the super-powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. All over the continent small seeds of chaotic force have been appearing to distract the National Heroes League. Recently there has been a shift to the assaults, the opening stages of the invasion are complete. Things are getting real.

Max Pacioretty and Mark Stone look down at the twitching Toronto Maple Leaf that lies at the bottom of the blasted crater.

“Who is that?” Mark asks.

“I have no idea?” Max admits.

Whatever took the hero out of the fight has left him a disfigured mess. His face and hands bloated beyond his skins ability to keep together. Hairy buboes sprout from every patch of exposed skin. Pus mingles with blood and drool all over the Leafs armour.

“I feel bad.” Mark says.

“I mean, at least the city is saved.” Max says.

“Should we help him?” Mark asks.

“Nah.” Max says. “His team will figure it out.”

The Vegas Golden Knights return to their base to deal with matters that, to them, are more important than the unrecognizable Maple Leaf.