[ WP ] Literally everyone in the city independently decided to finally live out their dreams of becoming a masked crime fighter on the same night .

We arrived in Fredericton, Canada at 4:35 am on June 20th, 2015 after reports of widespread rioting had reached our base - Naval Air Station Brunswick, south of the boarder in Maine. Were were the first responders. They were all dead. Everyone in the city was in a cape or a mask or spandex. It looked like Halloween met Jonestown. Many of the dead were holding each other's collars, some were in groups that appeared to have attacked and killed each other simultaneously. It was a gruesome sight to behold. 
 
 As our fire team swept the city searching for threats or survivors, we came upon one middle-aged woman in a purple unitard with a mask that appeared to be made out of a doily. She was clinging to life with several crudely built and brightly painted weapons piercing her flesh. With her last few breaths she told us what had happened `` I am Defender Doily. I have failed. I tried to thwart the mob of masked bandits... but they outnumbered me... they all claimed to be fighting for justice, but I know in my heart they were villains possessed by greed. There must have been more than 50 thousand of them. Men, women, children. They all attacked each other shouting slogans and ridiculous fake superhero names. I tried to tell them to'STOP, and BEHOLD THE INDUBITABLE DUE PROCESS OF THE DOILY DEFENDER!' But they all called me a villain and attacked me.'' 
 
 She passed on a moment later, and I pulled the doily mask over her eyes as a last sign of respect. The fireteams scoured the rest of city, but found no other survivors. We did, however, find stapled to the Mayor's desk chair. It read: 
 
 `` The people of this wretched town, 
 Hated me and tore me down; 
 I convinced them all the rest were me, 
 A settled score, as you can see. 
 -Moncton Marauder'' 
 
 

