Toronto is ashes. Kim, Stills, Knives, Young Neil, Wallace...Ramona. All dead. Only one man is left to fight the mutated ravaging hordes that have over-run Canada. In the darkest of winters, Scott Pilgrim fights EVERYTHING.
Archy: a verse libre poet reincarnated as a cockroach, from Don Marquis's Archy and Mehitabel poems. I thought it would be clever if his wings made a little suit and his segmented abdomen turned into sort of a vest.