Far above a nameless forest, East of Motherboard City, a flaming Birdramon soared. "Everyday the same as the last. Nothing changes anymore, the humans ensure that with their subservient minions, 'partners' they call themselves. Hmph." The avian digimon glanced towards the gleaming city, which appeared close even a few miles out. "Humans.. They only good thing they've brought is the idea of individuality..  Something none of us will ever be a part of, we all look the same!" While it was true that some digimon set themselves apart with clothing or trinkets, Birdramon could never find anything sufficient, regardless of how much she desired to set herself apart.<br/><br/>Years of anger had built up towards humans and the digimon they tamed. Only they had the differences that set them apart from others. Opting to think to herself, instead of speaking, 'I suppose deeds would speak louder than mere trinkets. And humans.. nothing sets a human apart from others as well as... malicious acts.'