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A bunch of mad scientists (mad crazy, not mad angry) have been fiddling about with animal DNA. They took me and my flock (after being sold by our parents or kidnapped) and turned us into the world's first and only avian-american birdkids. Complete with wings. Ten years later, a whitecoat called Jeb Batchelder, took us away from the School, the lab we were brought up in. He disappeared strangely two years later, leaving yours truly as the oldest to look after the others. Two years after that, humans with wolf DNA, Erasers, working for the whitecoats, found us. They captured us and we were taken back to the lab. Jeb was still alive but was working now as a whiteciat again. He said that I had to save the world from th By-Half Plan, which would have killed everyone who is not special or useful in some way. As if my life wasn't, like hard enough already! But being the genius I am, I saved us and the planet and brouht about the end of Itexicon, the evil organisation controlling our lives since we were born. We are now free to roam the skies up above without fear. But yet, to me at least, something still feels like it's missing...