Prologue: Why in the Goddamn world

Chapter 1: The Secret

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;The beach is not as crowded as it used to be. People are starting to take notice of the seagulls that constantly try to rob and eat their stuff. And we got nothing better to do and are bored to death. We had this dream of becoming journalists since like...an hour or so ago and we want to make it happen. Where better to start than the lives of Gangster seagulls of Birdtroit am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt;Blurb would agree...he’s my cameraman. And so began our journey into the rabbit hole…of seagulls...stealing food and fighting over it like a bunch of three-year-olds...wait that’s way too old for sparrows like us….or seagulls...any bird in general really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt;So we waited for a seagull attack on the next victim cuz we really don’t know where these lonely people...or birds nest. In a few minutes, an unfortunate man goes walking to the Golden Peanut stall. That’s where the seagulls seem most active all the time. Something about the peanuts being golden I guess. I wonder how that works...Anyways, as expected, the man holds his hand out and three seagulls just throw themselves at the paper bag he holds from some invisible portal above the man, one of them grabs the paper bag and the rest start fighting him in mid-air. Nothing new there. The fight was getting intense and we heard something along the lines of “WHERE IN THE GODDAMN FORK ARE YOU YOU WITCH?” coming from them. I guess someone was waiting for someone else here….bruh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt;Soon enough another seagull flies in on the scene, with some sort of wooden gun hanging around his/her neck and with a drag of her feet on something like a tiny thread, starts shooting peanuts like some sort of a machine gun that humans use….but looks like it was made by a panda who got bored of eating bamboo...and then decided to make machine guns with it instead…well the peanuts somehow manage to hit the enemies with so much force that it goes through them and knocks them cold….I wonder how that happened...and I feel like this is not the last time I am going to say that. The remaining two...the one with the gun and the one with the bag, decide to fly off, and yes we take to our heels...or wings I guess...I should learn to adapt human slang into bird slang before I do this but oh well...we take off after them and follow them closely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt; soon discover that they nest inside an abandoned building near the beach. We see them fly in through the window and decide to do the same. The window is huge as we pass through it...I’m just stating obvious stuff for dramatic effect now...and yes. This is the right room. There are several seagulls in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Titillium Web&quot;;&quot;&gt;“Yo! What’cha lookin’ at mate?” A sleepy-eyed gull asks while chewing something. I am looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;I explain that we are here to make a book that documented the lives and daily struggles of these poor unfortunate people. The one who asked me got up from his nest, walked towards me, spat what he was chewing, which was peanut, at my face, and walked back as if nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;“Well, last time I checked,” He said, “Our ancestors were handpicked by Mother Dodo to rule over Birdtroit and that has been put on our backs now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;Who is Mother Dodo you may ask? Don’t ask. It’s a photo of a bird that doesn’t exist. I realized that the hard way. They don’t believe it. They believe that it is their God, God of their ancestors, god who appointed them to rule over Birdtroit. They almost literally kicked me out but then I realized I could just fly back in.  I later learned that he was one of the “Lower Seagulls” or something…maybe that’s why the angsty attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt; As I further went down the giant halls of the room, I saw a few gulls here and there but otherwise, it was mostly empty. Then someone called me out, in a rather scary way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;“HEY! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DA FORK ARE YOU DOING HERE??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;He flew at me and tried to choke me and I explained through choking breaths that I was a journalist who wanted to document the epic lives of the gulls in this gang. Everyone was nice around here… The gull relieved his hold on my throat and I took several long breaths to get my other half back. His name was Edward Carter, the second in command to his father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;Christopher Carter, who was the unquestioned leader of the gang. Edward agreed to have me document everything impartially and I was excited. He seemed more excited, saying that he finally found a way to immortalize his father’s legacy and make him proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot;Nunito Sans&quot;;&quot;&gt;Why is this important you may ask, well there is no one clear answer except I am bored, hmm….maybe because it did eventually turn out pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &quot; merriweather&quot;;&quot;=&quot;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36px;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18px; font-family: &quot; nunito=&quot;&quot; sans&quot;;&quot;=&quot;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered why seagulls keep bullying people on the beach? It’s because they’re gangsters born with the divine purpose of doing exactly that. Yes. You heard it right. There are seagull gangs. Gangs that are really dangerous to not just humans, but also other bird gangs and groups in Birdtroit. They wage wars on anybody who they don’t like. Sometimes, they do it just for the sake of it. So join us as we document the exciting lives of Edward and his Gang. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;