“Me?” He seems shocked. He places a hairy hand over his chest. “It’s me! Mike the Interdimensional Trader." His eye looks you up and down. “Hmm, Maybe we used too much IB?”

“Well that’s a loaded question kiddo.” He grunts in response. “Lets say you’re in a transitional state. More will be explained later.”

“Dreadful Zines is a collection of short stories interpreted from scavenged Ear Honey here in the Oververse.” His eye absorbs your confusion. “It’s alright kiddo. In time those words will be familiar.”

“Get an original tale of terror every year for practically nothing!”

He leans in closer. “Assuming you don’t have any scrip to spare that is.”

“So long as we can afford it. In time the costs of production may increase and we may ask for a small yearly tithe to keep the project afloat. But as of now the costs of production are VERY low.”

“You should really talk to Ania.”

He points a finger behind you. You follow his pointing but it leads your gaze into darkness.

“Art here is used to describe pretty much anything from written prose to interactive media. So to simplify the answer. Yes. You in no way are signing over any rights to us. You are only giving us permission to share your work with our audience.”

“Awesome! We can always use more Eye’s in this void.” He points towards a sign you didn’t see next to him. It reads: CONTRIBUTERS HERE

“Ha, here take this form and I’ll pass the info along.” He pulls a form from the burlap sack resting in the palm of one of his hands.

“Here.” He reaches his hairy hands into a burlap sack and pulls out a form, passing it over to you. “Fill this out and I’ll get the order to you as soon as I can.”