The year is 2457. Society has collapsed and food sources are limited. The sugar supply was a thing of the past, and the last reserves of maple syrup had run dry. Humanity was desperate.

In a time of darkness and desperation, Canadians became a valuable food source. Their unique combination of diet and geography made their blood incredibly sweet. Canadians have become sought after commodity, hunted relentlessly for their precious syrup.

You checked your traps for any Canadians. If you were lucky, you'd have some good food tonight. To your luck, you saw a skinny human form struggling, their leg caught in your trap. Their faded hockey T-shirt gave away their Canada-ness.

“Wait! Please, don't kill me. Please. I'll do anything!” They begged. They pulled at their leg and winced.