Because somehow, Egyptian gods, the SPC universe, mysterious soul-vacuum devices, bad puns, and seagull scientists can all happily coexist in the same storyline. No wonder they called themselves Team Bird, the plot brainstorming must have been done while everyone was hella high.

BE-Class “Migration” End-of-Consciousness Scenario

Eta-4 “Begone Thoth”

Did you know that birds have their own gods? Well, “gods” is a term we're not meant to use. We're supposed to use “Apex-tier Pluripotent Entity”, but nobody around is going to enforce that, so why bother?

Anyway, one day, we did something to piss off one of the gods. He got so angry that he came down from his high-and-mighty throne in who-knows-where and tried to wipe the human population off the face of the Earth by giving them bird minds. It worked, and now I think we're all screwed.

Who are we? We're Mobile Task Force Eta-4, otherwise known as “Begone Thoth”. I swear to Medila, I'm going to track down and peck whoever decided on that name… But, I digress. It's our job to uphold the mission of the Old Foundation. Seventy-five birds against seven billion humans, a god, and Medila-knows how many anomalies (some of them from Thoth himself). The odds are bleak, I know. But we've got brains, determination, and a whole lot of bird-power. If we pull this off right, we can stop this apocalypse.