COLLAVORATIVE STORY GAME

halibabica
The evidence against Torungu is deemed more than clear enough. He is sent to prison on multiple counts of parakeet homicide and illegal use of time travel. In an act of irony, his prison cell is an oversized bird cage.

After a month in prison, trying very hard not to drop the soap, Torunga's lawyer came to see him. "Your conviction has been vacated. You're a free man."
Torunga was overcome with joy. "What...what happened?"
The lawyer took his glasses off and steeled himself to deliver the unbearable news. "Parakeets are still dying, and you may be the only one that can help."

Like Hatsune Mika's long gone concert, so too must his identity be forgotten. It had been arranged that a lifer would take his place in the birdcage, and obtain Torungu's name. He would, under the FBI's "Birdkiller Hunter" Division (or BHD), be given a new life. This new existence was one known as Agent Piper Coons. Born into an orphanage, and raised alone. No family, no friends, no unanswered questions of the past.
The BHD office was small. In it, he shared a desk with Agent Elise Franks. She specialized in chemistry, avian biology, and was a master of all the kung fu.

DankCrusader
Torungu trained for months, he wanted to become the "Birdu sama Torungu senpai", so he can save birds around the world. One day, while he was in the toilet, he maked a big effort to do his necesity and the WC exploded... Apparently, he was a supersayan and, because he hated the anonymous bird killer so much, he discovered his supersayan powers.

He became obsessed with the defense of parakeets and endeavored to learn all that he could about them. Every day, he could be found repeating interesting facts that he had discovered. "Elise, did you know that parakeets are native to Australia and can learn human speech just as well as an African Gray?"

When Torungu and Elise arrived at the crime scene, cops were already swarming the place, and the area had been cordoned off. It was a gruesome sight. The entire avian section of the pet store had been trashed, up to three parakeets lying dead in all of the bird cages. The only thing more ominous than the scene was the one bird left alive. It was a parrot, sitting on a branch hanging from the ceiling, repeatedly squawking nothing but the name "Stymphalia".

"Eureka!" Torungu cried, "I know who did it! It was... the boss!"

Elise put her face in her palm and concentrated on the monitor in front of her, trying to ignore her partners random explanation about how their boss (one Mr Biggsiddy Jones, and really, who names their kid that?) went about his killings.

Torungu's sudden silence penetrated where it random outbursts didn't and she turned around in her chair, about to tell him off for whatever stupid thing he was doing... again, only to come face to face with aforementioned (and unimpressed-looking) boss.

Meanwhile, Elise was investigating on her own. Unfortunately, it was quite clear she was getting close to the truth. Five ninjas leapt out at her in an alleyway, flinging finches with razor sharp beaks. She easily dodged the flying projectile song birds and began taking out the ninjas...but she didn't account for the fact that these were trained finches, determined to hit their target no matter what. As she fought, the birds circled around and struck her in the arms and the legs and the back of her head with their razor sharp beaks. Of course, they were finches so, in spite of how sharp their beaks were, they barely nicked her.

"Who uses attack finches?" she shouted at the annoyances. "Really!"

More and more ninjas jumped out until they wore her down and subdued her. Elise was bound, a black bag over head, and she was thrown in the back of a van.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Torungu left in a wheelchair. His arm in a cast and sling. There were many signatures on it. They said "get well soon", "good luck birdman", "I wish I was a super Saiyan as well" and "I think you're insane but you have beautiful feet, call me 555-5555, xoxo Mary"
The fresh air filled Torungu's lungs like bitter sacks of puss. What may be enticing to some, refreshing even, to him smelt of failure. The serial killer was at large, and he had a burning vengeance growing inside.
Torungu had wasted enough time here. What should have been an overnight visit at best, had turned into a form of incarceration after his psychotic outburst in the examination room had led to a straight jacket and daily psychiatric treatments.
"I am the Chosen One! Like Goku, I will save the day!" He had chanted over and over. When they wouldn't listen, he determined to prove his claim, and charged his ki by clenching his fists and growling "Rrrrrrrr!" for a few minutes before the nurses managed to subdue Torungu and sedate him.

Alas, this untimely delay was not for nothing. While playing checkers with a man in a tinfoil hat, he overheard a news report on tv about the Parakeet Killer.
An elderly woman was seated near the television and scolded any who got in her way during the report, and then, beaming from ear to ear, she turned to her neighbour and said, "That's my boy..."
Torungu spent the remainder of his visit growing to know this woman. Her name was Beverly. Beverly Stymphalia.
Within days, Torungu had extracted her son's home address and name. Flush with excitement, Torungu listened to her every word.
"My son, Balthazar, he always his pets. So many birds. He never was much good at keeping them alive, but he sure loved them."
(oops tad long!)

EDIT: Damn, ninja'd

There was a huge crash from upstairs, hard enough to shake the whole building. Everyone, Elise included, in spite of herself, turns to look at the ceiling.

"Check it," said Balthazar.

Doris caps the syringe and puts in a pocket of her lab coat. As she reaches the door, it flings open, hitting her square in the face and knocking her out cold. When she hits the floor near Elise, it's clear that her nose, mouth, and the cheeks under her eyes are beginning to swell from the injury. Torunga leaps in with a revolver drawn. "Don't move! Everybody's under arrest!" He looks around. "Elise what are you doing here?"

Elise said, "They kidnapped me!" She didn't dare tell him that the FBI wouldn't let him have a real gun. Hopefully, Balthazar wouldn't realize that the orange tip meant the gun was fake.