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BATCH 72 now available!
(“New” Alamat Comic Book)

BATCH72 No. 1
Story: Budjette Tan
Art: Arnold Arre (of TALA STUDIOS)
Inks: Ian Sta. Maria
Ink Assists: Brandie Tan
Letters: Ka-jo Baldisimo
Cover: Arnold and Ka-jo

40 pages, black-and-white, P70.00

Hey classmates!

It’s not a dream! Not a hoax! Not an imaginary story!

BATCH72 #1 is now available at Comic Quest, Megamall!
As in, if you go NOW, you will see copies on the counter and can actually buy a copy (or copies for you and your friends and family and loved ones)! (To be distributed in other outlets within the month)

For the uninitiated, BATCH 72 tells the story of a college barkada who have super-powers.

“Yeah? So?” you might grunt.

Well, the thing is, Kupcake and her friends don’t want to be superheroes.
They just want to be a rock band!
They want their music to be heard and their friendship to last forever! But since they do have super powers, it means they get into a whole lot of super trouble.

Some of you are already very familiar with BATCH 72 and have been waiting for the past three years to see the next issue. Which is why we’re re-launching the title, for everyone else who didn’t get that first issue way back in 1998. But for those who did get that “collector’s item” issue, don’t worry, this new “No.1” is a whole new story and it picks up from the last story. Well… kinda. Oh, just go get a copy and read it!

Now!

Now!

Now!

Then come back here and tell me what you think!

Thank you!

--budjette

p.s Join us for the BATCH72 Campus Tour!

Ok… ok… it’s not really B72’s tour, but Alamat Comics is part of the PULP “Teacher’s Creatures” Campus Tour happening this month.

So, if you’re too busy studying to go to the mall (yeah, right!), then we’ll be coming to your school!

Here’s the sched:

Sept. 14: UPLB
Sept. 21: DLSU, Taft
Sept. 22: MAPUA
Sept. 29: PSBA

See you all… wherever!

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