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Issue #2 Is Out Now, and for a limited time it's FREE



Issue #2 of The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is out now and between August 21st to August 28th 2018 it's absolutely free! Featuring six tales of rock and roll horror and weird fiction, in Issue #2 you'll meet rockabilly mutants, punk zombies, heavy metal demons and more. For the first week of it's release, Issue #2 will be free including shipping for domestic orders (US only, shipping for international orders is $3.50). Limit one free copy per person, after that each copy is $5.

Featuring stories by Patrick Winters, Madison McSweeney, Ben Fitts, Matthew Vaughn, Micah Castle and Richard Beauchamp. 

Contact the email doomgoat666@gmail.com or direct message the zine's Instagram or Twitter accounts (see About The Zine) to claim your copy!

While the issue is free for the first week, you can feel free to leave a donation (+ a note) at the Paypal account benafitts@gmail.com or the Venmo @Ben-Fitts to help support the zine and keep it alive. This also works for covering shipping on international orders and purchasing multiple copies. 

Available in yellow or purple.   

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