Potential

So here's a pet project that I've been working on with a friend of mine, Andrew Taylor, since 2012. You can buy the first 6 issues here.

We've been working on this for a long time, and now you can support our journey on Patreon. To get more backstory, take a look below. 

I think it explains us pretty well. 


For more updates, look for @PotentialComic on Twitter. 

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