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Issue #2 Available For Purchase Now!


Issue #2 is available for purchase now! 

With six stories of rock, punk and metal themed horror/genre fiction, in its pages you'll meet rockabilly mutant, punk zombies, heavy metal demons and more! Featuring stories by Patrick Winters, Madison McSweeney, Ben Fitts, Matthew Vaughn, Micah Castle and Richard Beauchamp.



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