comics: painted of darkness

comics: painted of darkness

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drue duch fantazia komiks nespavost

Mladý šestnásťročný chalan s veľkou fantáziou bez sociálnych vzťahov a priemerným intelektom.Jedným slovom asociál. Takto by sme mohli nazvať osamelého študenta menom Drue Beena ,ktorý žije tak povediac v jednom kruhu .nebaví sa so svojimi rovesníkmi,nechodí na párty ani na iné mimoškolské aktivity,nenaži sa nájsť priateľom či aspoň začleniť sa do nijakej sociálnej skupiny.To čo druea najviac zaujíma je tvorba komiksov ktorá ho baví už od trinástich rokov..Svoje diela zverejňuje anonymne len za pomoci internetu pod nickname profilom.Dúfa že raz nájde odvahu ostatným ukázať svoje pravé ja. Jedeného sa pred jeho domom objavil balík ktorý v sebe obsahoval ceruzu a prázdny zošit v ktorom bolo napísane: nechaj kresliť svoju predstavivosť a sleduj ako ožíva .Drue čoskoro zistí že toto nieje len obyčajný zošit a začnú sa diať neuveriteľné veci

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