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Prank War

After WWII, the eagle and the bear bared their fangs at the throne.
The Iron Curtain speech signaled the beginning of the lengthy Cold War. The government picked out the children with arcanum talent from all over the world and sent them to Zeno Armaments Engineering and Technology Academy where they would be trained to become a hidden yet powerful force.
Under the strict adminstration of Zeno, they have grown into obedient, persistent, efficient and silent soldiers.

But they were still young children after all, and children always make trouble.
They came from different countries and had different faiths, ideas and habits, which led to conflicts. The most noticeable troublemaker among them was, without a doubt, the pilot girl from Russia.
That was the 13th time she defeated her challengers. The exhaust of her broom raised a cloud of dust as her opponent cried.

"Told you ... it won't work. We shouldn't have messed with her. Why won't you listen to me?!"
"He's right. Don't overestimate yourselves." She made a face towards the child who fell to the ground, "The director wants to see me. Take your time, losers! Boo-hoo, mommy ..."

Barents Sea Witch

"Air squadron 333 to HQ, we have entered the Barents Sea zone. Initiating mission Echo Exploration."
"Take care. You know where you are. Don't be spotted by the bear."

"It's 1039 and we're spotted. An unidentified aircraft is nearby. It's smaller and faster than a fighter ... I can't see it."
"Just calm down and shake it off. Those patrol drones can't harm you. Attacking them won't do you any ..."
"Gosh, that's nuts! It has reached us! That's not a fighter, it's a witch! You won't believe this, it's a witch, uh no, a pilot on a metal aircraft ... Gosh! Those rumors about the arcanists are true! How can she fly so fast?! Is she outta her mind?! We're all gonna die!"
"Calm down! Calm, down!"
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down?! She's coming for us! She got me▃▃▂▂ZZZT!!▃▃▂▂Damn it, I swear she has cut the engine or something else open. We are going down! We are going down!"

A Pilot From the North

Lilya: So ... are you the "strange thing" they mentioned?
Pandora Wilson: I'm your interviewer. Your superior should have told you about me and that I'd be interviewing you today at 16:30.
Lilya: Huh... Hmm? Oh, I remember now. Someone did mention it to me but I forgot. Hurry up and ask. I have something important to do later, can't waste any time.
Pandora Wilson: Let's start with your afternoon routine. I'm very curious about the private life of a "free-spirited" pilot like yourself.
Lilya: I'll have lunch, some snacks, some alcohol, and then fly low and circle around the town.
Pandora Wilson: That's it? That's what you mean by something important?
Lilya: Of course. Miss, the time I spend flying is much more important than you and your little chat. The most interesting part of your magazine is the cover, if you ask me.
Lilya: Look at this crying puppy. It's much funnier to read than the military newspaper!
Pandora Wilson: Now I am quite sure you have misunderstood the title UTTU just like numerous other ignorant folks did.