killjoys graphic novel

Aljoša Rodinger, pen name AL Rodinger, is a 21-year-old writer and amateur boxer currently studying history and English literature at the University of Maribor. He was born on 1.7.1999 in Maribor, Slovenia and attended the Rada Robič Elementary School in Limbuš. He began to take interest in the English language from a very early age and by the beginning of his 6th grade was already a fluent speaker of the language. After finishing his elementary school education, he attended the First Grammar School in Maribor as a student of the classics, where he was exposed to a lot of in-depth history, as well as both Latin and ancient Greek. It is there where he began and later on finished writing his book, Killjoys. It is also around this time where he began practicing boxing. After graduating, he enrolled in the University of Maribor as a student of both history and English literature. Currently, he is also employed at the Marbior Slovene National Theatre as an usher. “If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same. Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son.” These are the words that start our tale of four friends, their deep and personal friendship and their own coming of ages, where they finally come to terms with their own flaws and manage to find perfection in being imperfect and broken. It is a story about accepting yourself with all of your strengths and weakness, living life with all of its ups and downs, experiencing pain and joy, confronting both your inner demons as well as the people closest to you. Our character’s lives are entwined with discrimination, hatred, addiction and death, yet it always seems that there is some resemblance of light, of contempt at the end of the dark and long tunnel before us. We just simply have to find a way to get to it and make our own path.

Finally, after searching for two years a man named Mason Sierra and his crew, find the notorious Copper Cave. Treasurer of Casper Venturi. But 1st they must "Tie-up-loose-ends." To keep the treasure for themselves. 

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

Chief Detective Bai Yohan has been given the task of figuring out who has been causing brutal and messed up killings around his city. With no correlation to what killer’s intentions are, Bai Yohan will be forced to see the world from a new perspective.

As I walk down the street I hear a scree.... then darkness God: "Welcome child I regret to inform you that you have died." Man: "WTF! Did I seriously just die from the typical isekai Truck-kun this is bullshit." God: "Well I'm glad you are familiar with what will happen to your soul I'm afraid I don't know what this truck-kun is." Man: "Bullshit you don't know!" God: "ALRIGHT ASSHOLE IF YOUR GONNA BE LIKE THAT THEN I'LL TELL YOU, YOU HAD A BRAIN ANURISYM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AND DIED INSTANTLY!." Man: "Oh..." God: "YEAH I WAS GONNA LET YOU CHOOSE THE WORLD YOU GOT TO GO TO AND GIVE YOU A FEW WISHES BUT NOW, FUCK IT I'M PUTTING YOU IN THE MOST OVER THE TOP WORLD I CAN THINK OF, THE ONLY LUCK YOU WILL HAVE IS BEING RELATED TO ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTER, GOOD LUCK YA DICK!" And then I opened my eyes to see I'm in a machine with a bunch of red threads around me. *I do not own Kill La Kill. This was all done just for fun*

A baby, having just been born into a world. Terribly confused of his very own existence. Abandoned by his parents, in a labyrinth, no less. How would he ever survive with just a Unique skill (and a unique mind) in this world with its nature of rapid, extreme self-growth?

Miki is a normal 13 year old girl but little does she know that her cat is a magical being with super powers

The past makes way for the present but never really leaves. It lurks around in the shadows, looking for the right opportunity to come back to bite us in the ass... A transfer to her twin sister, Mmachi's school was all it took for everything to spiral out of place. A faceless blue-eyed stalker thirsty for blood; a dangerous circle. Puzzle pieces which never seemed to fit, everyone playing with fire. Burns were definitely left, unfortunately, that wasn't all. Chidiogo knew for sure that something had been wrong since her twin sister, Mmachi got released from a juvenile prison after spending quite a while there but what it was exactly was something she couldn't figure out. Trapped in a web of conflicting personalities, lies and deceit, what should have been an escape from Chidiogo's scary past turns out to be much more lethal especially when it seems like almost everyone within Mmachi's circle has a reason to want her dead and it all revolved around the seemingly harmless anagram 'ekila', the one thing she should have never ignored.

Ketika seorang aktor menutupi latar belakang keluarganya,namun membawa petaka bagi orang sekitarnya.Akankah ia mampu melewati hari-harinya tanpa tragedi?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!