Hey there, Killer. I don't wanna brag, but you just hitched yourself onto the next rising star. Why don't you kick back and relax with your print of the Occam cover. And, of course, your very own copy. Both signed.
Whoa man. That's some serious lettuce goin' down. Tell ya what. Instead of that cover print of Occam, what do you say I whip up a picture of you and him hanging out, plus the PDF and the printed comic?
Wow. That's...uh...that's a lot of money. Alright, so along with the comic, the PDF, and the cover print, you get your own little slice of the story.
Four pages, all you. You get to tell me how you survived the robot uprising, or went out in a blaze of glory, or turned your brain into the machine overlord. I'll draw your story and send you the PDF and the print.
Also, you'll have my sincerest thanks. Though I can't ship that.