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✓ Published: 01-Apr-2012
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Donate here: http://www.indiegogo.com/Comic-Vault-Artist-Alley-ProjectnnOur StorynnMatthew Sardo created Comic Vault: News & Opinion in August of 2011. Matt wanted to continue the tradition of community that he built-up with the brick and mortar Comic Vault and transfer it to the digital-age of the comic book industry. In a few short months we have grown our staff (family) and our web presence. Our focus is clear, create a bond between creators and their fans. If you're a creator, the Comic
Donate here: http://www.indiegogo.com/Comic-Vault-Artist-Alley-ProjectnnOur StorynnMatthew Sardo created Comic Vault: News & Opinion in August of 2011. Matt wanted to continue the tradition of community that he built-up with the brick and mortar Comic Vault and transfer it to the digital-age of the comic book industry. In a few short months we have grown our staff (family) and our web presence. Our focus is clear, create a bond between creators and their fans. If you're a creator, the Comic
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