Postap Pantsdown is creating erotic webcomics set in dystopian worlds
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patrons

$9
per month
The wastelands are harsh and unforgiving, but they offer freedom and opportunities for those willing  to survive and take what they need.

I love writing erotic and dystopian fiction so I decided to combine the two, as well as using it for drawing practice by creating illustrations and ended up creating www.postappantsdown.com.

It's available for free on the internet and updated about every two weeks, but if you like to support my work you can do so by buying the ebooks on amazon or subscribing to my patreon campaign here in return for exclusive bonus stories. Thanks for any and all support, as well as all your nice comments!

Tiers
Freedom Fist Member
$1 or more per month 1 patron
You support the resistance, and for that they include you into their network.

You gain access to the Patreon-only feed.
Unspoken Legends
$3 or more per month 0 patrons
Once a month I will publish a bonus story that will only appear on Patreon.

Those who listen to the city's whispers, those who see it moving and hear it breathing shall be rewarded with knowledge unavailable to most.
Harbinger of the Apocalypse
$5 or more per month 2 patrons
 You get access to all comics and stories as soon as I finish them. 


The signs had all been there, open in plain sight for anyone willing to open their eyes. Few did, and they were ridiculed by their peers until it was too late.

Benefactor of the apocalypse
$10 or more per month 0 patrons
I will include your name (or website) in the credits at the end of each story published during the month you are subscribed at this level. Websites will be checked by me and approved or rejected at will, but if I reject them you get your money back.

Moving along the withering graffiti on the wall came and went, names and opinions long forgotten, yet carved into the concrete walls like slowly healing wounds.
Goals
$9 of $100 per month
At this level I will be able to boast about my incredible success to the other internet strangers on the forums, because no one in my real life will know of this site.

At this point I will be able to spend more time on the illustrations and make them more detailed, maybe even commission someone who actually knows what they are doing.
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The wastelands are harsh and unforgiving, but they offer freedom and opportunities for those willing  to survive and take what they need.

I love writing erotic and dystopian fiction so I decided to combine the two, as well as using it for drawing practice by creating illustrations and ended up creating www.postappantsdown.com.

It's available for free on the internet and updated about every two weeks, but if you like to support my work you can do so by buying the ebooks on amazon or subscribing to my patreon campaign here in return for exclusive bonus stories. Thanks for any and all support, as well as all your nice comments!

Recent posts by Postap Pantsdown

Tiers
Freedom Fist Member
$1 or more per month 1 patron
You support the resistance, and for that they include you into their network.

You gain access to the Patreon-only feed.
Unspoken Legends
$3 or more per month 0 patrons
Once a month I will publish a bonus story that will only appear on Patreon.

Those who listen to the city's whispers, those who see it moving and hear it breathing shall be rewarded with knowledge unavailable to most.
Harbinger of the Apocalypse
$5 or more per month 2 patrons
 You get access to all comics and stories as soon as I finish them. 


The signs had all been there, open in plain sight for anyone willing to open their eyes. Few did, and they were ridiculed by their peers until it was too late.

Benefactor of the apocalypse
$10 or more per month 0 patrons
I will include your name (or website) in the credits at the end of each story published during the month you are subscribed at this level. Websites will be checked by me and approved or rejected at will, but if I reject them you get your money back.

Moving along the withering graffiti on the wall came and went, names and opinions long forgotten, yet carved into the concrete walls like slowly healing wounds.