As some of you may (or may not) have guessed, the radical transformation of the site yesterday was all a part of this year’s April Fool’s Day celebration!

Surprise!

We hope you all enjoyed the joke, and aren’t too disappointed that we won’t be using a code.

What is true, however, is the excerpt we posted is a part of Chapter 5–albeit a modified form– and we will post the real version of the teaser, along with the ‘code’ we used below the ‘Read More’ tag in this post.

Fair warning! **SPOILERS** lie below the cut.

Pillow fight = War

Land of the falling moon = Japan

Land of the God Emperor = US

Old Pervy = Grandfather

Homie = G-3

Aspiring writer = ensign

Rubber raft = ship

Part-Time Manga-ka = Zero fighter pilot

A horde of crazed fujoshis = heavy anti-aircraft fire

Weeb = military personnel

Normie = civilians

Haters = troops

Some translators that went MIA = injuries sustained in the crash

fan-fictions he was forced to read = serious wounds sustained

editors to a squadron of hentai artists = comrades in the fog

Real Teaser Text:

「Grandfather never liked talking about the war.」 「You don’t show him enough respect. I’ll tell you.」 Finishing the first phase of his farm work, G-3… Started telling my Grandfather’s story. Grandfather was an ensign in the old Imperial Japanese Navy.  A Zero fighter pilot. While near the Aleutian Archipelago in the North Pacific, he encountered heave anti-aircraft fire from US forces and was unable to return to his ship, so he crashed in the frozen waters… After that, he somehow managed to swim and cross back into what once was Japanese territory–a small, snow covered island, Blesk Island NOTE– Unluckily, two days later, US forces landed 300 troops on the island, but he was able by himself to hold them back. NOTE: Seems to be a fictional isalnd, but in Russian, blesk means bright or dazzling Thanks to his efforts, 100 military and civillian personnel on the island were able to be evacuated safely. But because of the number of serious wounds he suffered in that battle, it was not until after the war that he was able to stand on his own feet once more. 『Because of injuries sustained in the crash, he was hospitalised until the end of the war』 『He had lost sight of his comrades in a fog』… Those were the vague things that I had heard from him, and how I wished those stories were actually true…! (What are you doing, Grandfather…! Of course something like that would have an effect on the US!) The one in my family that is the most abnormal is Grandfather. And now, he is in his room, lazing around on his bed and farting while reading horse racing magazines