A hilarious and gory tongue-in-cheek story, Toe Tag Riot is a punk rock band cursed to become zombies who make the best of their situation by adhering to a strict diet of racists' and misogynists' brains! Starring Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy and The Westboro Baptist Church (as dinner!), this horror-comedy in the vein of Return of the Living Dead and Deathgasm was released to rave reviews from both the comics media and LGBTQ new outlets who couldn't get enough of the ultra-violent, politically-minded fun and gore. Coming to book form for the first time, this collection includes the four-issue mini-series plus the super-limited #0 prequel issue and the short comic originally published in Alternative Press Magazine! "Super fun read!" -Gerard Way

From the depths of outer space to the frozen wasteland of Antarctica, punk rock and heavy metal's most shocking and blasphemous band of intergalactic blood spewing alien monsters has returned to kill everything and respect nothing in the pages of GWAR: Orgasmageddon! Banished to the past by the cold and calculating Mr. Perfect, the heroes of GWAR trample through time like a deranged Bill and Ted on bath salts - antics ensue as they stomp and smash and shape human history to what we accept as our current reality.

Written and illustrated by breakout new creator Iolanda Zanfardino (Alice In Leatherland), HECATE'S WILL is the story of a legendary NYC graffiti artist who has decided to retire and abandon her mission of changing the world through art, but, before she quits, she's going to create one final street-art experience: a graffiti scavenger hunt through the streets of Manhattan that will lead her fans to a final message and artistic testament. As her street-art experiment catches fire with young NYC artists and activists, and while she simultaneously gets roped into working on a rock musical, all of Hecate's expectations and assumptions will be challenged. But will it be enough to renew the strength of her conviction to remain true to her artistic self?

From the depths of outer space to the frozen wasteland of Antarctica, punk rock and heavy metal's most shocking and blasphemous band of intergalactic blood spewing alien monsters has returned to kill everything and respect nothing in the pages of GWAR: Orgasmageddon! Banished to the past by the cold and calculating Mr. Perfect, the heroes of GWAR trample through time like a deranged Bill and Ted on bath salts - antics ensue as they stomp and smash and shape human history to what we accept as our current reality. Co-written by GWAR themselves and Matt Miner (Toe Tag Riot, Critical Hit), GWAR: Orgasmageddon is a love letter to comics, grindhouse movies, and heavy metal - sure to appeal to the most die-hard fan and the comics fanboy/fangirl intrigued by the prospect of social awareness drowned in geysers of blood and alien goo.

“This romantic comedy, written by Iolanda Zanfardino and Elisa Romboli, who are a couple, is most assuredly for adults: The story depicts — sometimes with little left to the imagination — the ups and downs of casual sex.” (-The New York Times) Alice, a young writer of children's story books, is hurtled out of her fairytale-like life when she discovers her girlfriend has been cheating on her! Charmingly defiant, she leaves her small forest town and leaps into a new adventure to seek love (and find herself) in the fast life of San Francisco. There, her concept of pure, magical love will be completely overturned--but her biggest challenge won't be reckoning with other people's sexual drive, it'll be getting a grip on her own! From your new favorite writer and artist team of Iolanda Zanfardino and Elisa Romboli, Alice In Leatherland is a comedy about sex and so, inevitably, about every other aspect of life, too. As Iolanda and Elisa describe the book: “Sex is recounted as a way to investigate our relationship with ourselves and others, with our bodies and our place in the world; sexual pleasure as self-affirmation and growth. There is room for Love, too, and bravery. And for many good laughs, that never hurts.”

To get into the Master's good graces, the Destructo brothers have trapped GWAR in order to interrogate them to find the key to destroying Cardinal Syn once and for all. Will Sawborg and Bozo Destructo get the answers they need? Can GWAR escape their clutches? Will Cardinal Syn destroy them all? And what really happened when GWAR were banished to earth? With art by some of the greatest comic creators this side of Flab Quarv 7, hand-picked by GWAR themselves, including Matt Maguire, Liana Kangas, Lukasz Kowalczuk, Matt Lejeune, Katie Longua, Jeff Martin, Kelly Williams and Josh Jensen.

The ride on the gray goose was short, perhaps less than an hour. It was long enough for your heart to set up a pounding rhythm against your rib cage, causing your breath to come in short, thudding gasps and your ear drums to hurt. It didn’t get any better on arrival as we were herded off the bus like cattle, with the new set of guards shouting, threatening, and barking orders. The only thing missing was the electric prod. They didn’t seem any happier to see us than we were to see them. After some preliminary bullying and yelling, they herded us, about fifty strong, into a cell built for about thirty. We were ordered to strip and hand out our clothes, including skivvies, through the bars, which was not easy considering that we were literally back-to-back and belly to belly. They passed out some paper tags, the kind you would use to label a piece of meat at the butcher shop, complete with string, which they had gotten from the prison morgue. It was a toe tag, just like the ones you see on TV. One pencil, the kind used at a golf course, was passed around so we could write our name on our tag. That way when, not if, we died, the tag would be attached to our big toe, and our next of kin could be notified. We stood there at attention, buck naked, and waited for our turn with the pencil. It was summertime and hot, so it stunk like the inside of a sewer in that cell. The prison was in the desert, and none of us had had a shower for a couple of days. The smell was enough to make your eyes water and the snot run. This was when the real fear set in. Those of us with knowledge of history recalled a certain ethnic group across the pond during a famous world war being treated this way. Deep down you knew that we were not going to be gassed, but about now your mind started to play tricks on you. Finally, they started to hand out prison jumpsuits by throwing them in your face and telling us to get dressed. This was a trick, considering we were still jammed in this one cell, and we tried not to become intimate with anyone. There didn’t seem to be any consideration of size, and some swapping did help a bit. However, there was no gas coming out of the ceiling. Your heart slowed down a bit, and you slowly started to regain a semblance of normal breathing. Welcome to the Big House.