Commander Dillon Pickle charged at his Canadian adversaries, hell-bent on the destruction of one in particular, Nick Maple. As he charged toward Nick Maple, dodging Iron Man's ion beams and Hulk's smashes, Commander Pickle could think of one thing – revenge. Moments before he was to collide with Nick Maple, the series of events that led him to this point flashed before his eyes…
It was a peaceful day on Adanacion, the Adanac home planet, and Dillon Pickle was frolicking in the strawberry syrup fields. Adanacion possessed immense reserves of the rarest of syrups, the most prized of which was their strawberry syrup. Dillon Pickle, only a young boy, was prancing about the fields, sampling the strawberries and the delectable syrup they provided. Then, suddenly, the sky grew dark. There was never a cloud on Adanacia, what could this be?
The sky burst open, yielding hundreds, perhaps thousands of foreign space ships. Upon further inspection, Dillon Pickle recognized the ships as those from Canadia. Hatred burned in his soul. For centuries, the Canadians had been Adanacion's greatest syrup rival, jousting for position as the single largest syrup supplier in the galaxy. Adanacion possessed great reserves of the rare syrups, while Canadia possessed the sought after golden brown maple syrup, of which Adanacion had none. So the rivalry had spanned the years, but now it seemed as though it was coming to a head.
Dillon Pickle sprinted through the strawberry fields as Canadian ships swooped down and stole the precious resources. Dillon Pickle couldn't understand. Why? Why now? The strawberries were harvested as the Canadians shot down Adanacian warcrafts and infantry on the ground. The scene quickly became sticky, literally, as the preferred weapon of both factions was high powered syrup cannons that did not kill, but completely immobilized enemies as they were stuck, in large blobs of syrup.
Dillon Pickle frantically phoned his father.
"Dad?! The Canadians! They're - "
Dillon Pickle's father cut his son off mid-sentence.
"I know son, they've taken it too far. They are stealing our precious reserves. Not to worry, I will defeat…. No it can't be! It's the warrior fortold… the one who can produce maple syrup at will! Its… Its Nick Maple!"
The sounds of sticky explosions and the struggles of his now syrup-entrapped father cut their conversation short. Dillon Pickle hung up the phone and watched helplessly as Commander Maple robbed the reserves of Adanacion. He was powerful, even though he couldn't have been any older than Dillon Pickle.
The battle was over before it began, and the Canadians retreated with their newfound wealth. Dillon Pickle was left to pick up the pieces of the life he once knew. Only a few days later, he was visited by a strange man named Loki. Loki took sympathy on Dillon Pickle, and told him the only way to avenge his people's honor was through revenge on Nick Maple.
So, Loki and Dillon Pickle trained together, and harnessed Pickle's strawberry-conjuring abilities. It turns out that Pickle was a prodigy on level with that of Maple.
It took Pickle years to track down Maple, but once he learned of Nick's exile from Canadia, he tracked him to Earth.
Back in the present, the battle raged on, Dillon Pickle hell-bent on destroying Nick Maple.
"Nick Maple! I will avenge my people! Even though I never did any investigations as to youd motive and I took everything Loki said at face value, I am completely justified in my anger! You will be nothing but a strawberry encrusted pulp when I am finished!"
To be continued