Milosc the Graphic Novel is a diverse black & white graphic novel series that will feature eight separate volumes where our protagonists will venture from islands of ice & isolation to dystopian metropolises reeling from a certain apocalyptic event

In the year 22XX, Gotoku was a difficult place to associate with, sandwiched between a thin line of C-shaded seasonal utility plants and Eastern Gotok, laid a seemingly distant patch of land that was clearly more over-populated than it should have been. The pale rows of oversized houses gave an as to what was so desirable so many years ago. Community parks and gardens lay in a solid state of nostalgic despair as onlookers before nightfall were heckled fiercely by the overly abusive but unusually small Ruca's. Gotoku wasn't a place to truly call "home" by the typical standards. It became more associated as an area to knowingly get out from quickly.
In the year 22XX, Gotoku was a difficult place to associate with, sandwiched between a thin line of C-shaded seasonal utility plants and Eastern Gotok, laid a seemingly distant patch of land that was clearly more over-populated than it should have been. The pale rows of oversized houses gave an as to what was so desirable so many years ago. Community parks and gardens lay in a solid state of nostalgic despair as onlookers before nightfall were heckled fiercely by the overly abusive but unusually small Ruca’s. Gotoku wasn’t a place to truly call “home” by the typical standards. It became more associated as an area to knowingly get out from quickly.
The mornings were filled with the toxic run-off from the seasonal utility plants as per orders from previous nights to dispose of the T-R-U when it got to egregiously dangerous levels. The nights were littered with sneakily coy Ruca's that would one way or another be sure to get what they wanted.
The mornings were filled with the toxic run-off from the seasonal utility plants as per orders from previous nights to dispose of the T-R-U when it got to egregiously dangerous levels. The nights were littered with sneakily coy Ruca’s that would one way or another be sure to get what they wanted.
Nico lays flat on his bed. He looks up towards an ever-darkening layer of the night sky through a single broken ceiling tile. Pondering wasn't a justification of what this is. It has been growing as a feeling inside himself as well as witnessing the physical manifestation through that one...broken...ceiling tile.
Nico lays flat on his bed. He looks up towards an ever-darkening layer of the night sky through a single broken ceiling tile. Pondering wasn’t a justification of what this is. It has been growing as a feeling inside himself as well as witnessing the physical manifestation through that one…broken…ceiling tile.
Yuna woke up in the same state he always knew. Sedentary to the point where loneliness wasn't a question.
Yuna woke up in the same state he always knew. Sedentary to the point where loneliness wasn’t a question.
Mika laid across the field, eyes folded into a dream after gently falling asleep with his back against the old tilitusk tree. Lilac petals gently awaken him as they softly tear from the branches up above. He stays half-dreaming, half-studying. The lure of the commotion of students is something he just can't ignore. Walking over, Mika discovers that even more people are lured to this purple-colored sewage run-off.
Mika laid across the field, eyes folded into a dream after gently falling asleep with his back against the old tilitusk tree. Lilac petals gently awaken him as they softly tear from the branches up above. He stays half-dreaming, half-studying. The lure of the commotion of students is something he just can’t ignore. Walking over, Mika discovers that even more people are lured to this purple-colored sewage run-off.
Linn awoke in the same stagnation she had laid in for most of her existence, only having recently realized the true melancholy of the outside world. Once a prized artist through most of the Gotoku countryside, she now mostly took part in being significantly tied to her themes of artistry & agoraphobia.
Linn awoke in the same stagnation she had laid in for most of her existence, only having recently realized the true melancholy of the outside world. Once a prized artist through most of the Gotoku countryside, she now mostly took part in being significantly tied to her themes of artistry & agoraphobia.
The four unique Lilliput gathered separately at the SuperShare while collecting various ingredients for their own unique casseroles. Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn each roamed the aisles to find something they truly didn't expect to discover.
The four unique Lilliput gathered separately at the SuperShare while collecting various ingredients for their own unique casseroles. Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn each roamed the aisles to find something they truly didn’t expect to discover.
Throughout the streets and between the fierce viscosity of the Ruca's, the four new friends came across a seemingly strange glowing alleyway. Upon investigating, what they found within was a crack in a wall with a floating head inside an alternate sub-space dimension.
Throughout the streets and between the fierce viscosity of the Ruca’s, the four new friends came across a seemingly strange glowing alleyway. Upon investigating, what they found within was a crack in a wall with a floating head inside an alternate sub-space dimension.
What awaited our friends in this fierce battle would be nothing they had ever experienced before.
What awaited our friends in this fierce battle would be nothing they had ever experienced before.
What was to be seen on the route best not taken? Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn were determined to find out! But out of the distance they heard a devilish voice in the distance calling: "Nico, Nico, Nico!!!"
What was to be seen on the route best not taken? Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn were determined to find out! But out of the distance they heard a devilish voice in the distance calling: “Nico, Nico, Nico!!!”

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In the year 22XX, Gotoku was a difficult place to associate with, sandwiched between a thin line of C-shaded seasonal utility plants and Eastern Gotok, laid a seemingly distant patch of land that was clearly more over-populated than it should have been. The pale rows of oversized houses gave an as to what was so desirable so many years ago. Community parks and gardens lay in a solid state of nostalgic despair as onlookers before nightfall were heckled fiercely by the overly abusive but unusually small Ruca's. Gotoku wasn't a place to truly call "home" by the typical standards. It became more associated as an area to knowingly get out from quickly.
In the year 22XX, Gotoku was a difficult place to associate with, sandwiched between a thin line of C-shaded seasonal utility plants and Eastern Gotok, laid a seemingly distant patch of land that was clearly more over-populated than it should have been. The pale rows of oversized houses gave an as to what was so desirable so many years ago. Community parks and gardens lay in a solid state of nostalgic despair as onlookers before nightfall were heckled fiercely by the overly abusive but unusually small Ruca’s. Gotoku wasn’t a place to truly call “home” by the typical standards. It became more associated as an area to knowingly get out from quickly.
The mornings were filled with the toxic run-off from the seasonal utility plants as per orders from previous nights to dispose of the T-R-U when it got to egregiously dangerous levels. The nights were littered with sneakily coy Ruca's that would one way or another be sure to get what they wanted.
The mornings were filled with the toxic run-off from the seasonal utility plants as per orders from previous nights to dispose of the T-R-U when it got to egregiously dangerous levels. The nights were littered with sneakily coy Ruca’s that would one way or another be sure to get what they wanted.
Nico lays flat on his bed. He looks up towards an ever-darkening layer of the night sky through a single broken ceiling tile. Pondering wasn't a justification of what this is. It has been growing as a feeling inside himself as well as witnessing the physical manifestation through that one...broken...ceiling tile.
Nico lays flat on his bed. He looks up towards an ever-darkening layer of the night sky through a single broken ceiling tile. Pondering wasn’t a justification of what this is. It has been growing as a feeling inside himself as well as witnessing the physical manifestation through that one…broken…ceiling tile.
Yuna woke up in the same state he always knew. Sedentary to the point where loneliness wasn't a question.
Yuna woke up in the same state he always knew. Sedentary to the point where loneliness wasn’t a question.
Mika laid across the field, eyes folded into a dream after gently falling asleep with his back against the old tilitusk tree. Lilac petals gently awaken him as they softly tear from the branches up above. He stays half-dreaming, half-studying. The lure of the commotion of students is something he just can't ignore. Walking over, Mika discovers that even more people are lured to this purple-colored sewage run-off.
Mika laid across the field, eyes folded into a dream after gently falling asleep with his back against the old tilitusk tree. Lilac petals gently awaken him as they softly tear from the branches up above. He stays half-dreaming, half-studying. The lure of the commotion of students is something he just can’t ignore. Walking over, Mika discovers that even more people are lured to this purple-colored sewage run-off.
Linn awoke in the same stagnation she had laid in for most of her existence, only having recently realized the true melancholy of the outside world. Once a prized artist through most of the Gotoku countryside, she now mostly took part in being significantly tied to her themes of artistry & agoraphobia.
Linn awoke in the same stagnation she had laid in for most of her existence, only having recently realized the true melancholy of the outside world. Once a prized artist through most of the Gotoku countryside, she now mostly took part in being significantly tied to her themes of artistry & agoraphobia.
The four unique Lilliput gathered separately at the SuperShare while collecting various ingredients for their own unique casseroles. Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn each roamed the aisles to find something they truly didn't expect to discover.
The four unique Lilliput gathered separately at the SuperShare while collecting various ingredients for their own unique casseroles. Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn each roamed the aisles to find something they truly didn’t expect to discover.
Throughout the streets and between the fierce viscosity of the Ruca's, the four new friends came across a seemingly strange glowing alleyway. Upon investigating, what they found within was a crack in a wall with a floating head inside an alternate sub-space dimension.
Throughout the streets and between the fierce viscosity of the Ruca’s, the four new friends came across a seemingly strange glowing alleyway. Upon investigating, what they found within was a crack in a wall with a floating head inside an alternate sub-space dimension.
What awaited our friends in this fierce battle would be nothing they had ever experienced before.
What awaited our friends in this fierce battle would be nothing they had ever experienced before.
What was to be seen on the route best not taken? Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn were determined to find out! But out of the distance they heard a devilish voice in the distance calling: "Nico, Nico, Nico!!!"
What was to be seen on the route best not taken? Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn were determined to find out! But out of the distance they heard a devilish voice in the distance calling: “Nico, Nico, Nico!!!”

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Four Unlikely Protagonists

Yuna

Tough yet gullible

Nico

Confident yet emotional

Linn

Dependable yet insecure

Mika

Intelligent yet shy

After dealing with each of their own unique fears, our protagonists Nico, Yuna, Mika and Linn band together to overcome what looks to be their biggest struggle throughout their adventure through the streets of Gotoku.


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