You know, you’re definitely NOT wrong, I find my eyes glazing over as it hurtles headlong into beefcake gospel again and again; I’m enjoying ALL the other stuff but jesus fucking christ.

Especially when it tries to make me give a shit about ONE specific character: Christian Firth AKA “Righteous”. He’s a CREEP. I DON’T CARE about his troubled childhood trauma or how much he struggles with his own brain’s constant hallucinations about how he might hypothetically messily splatter to pieces every other living creature within a thirty mile radius of his position at all times.

And I thought the fucking relationship drama between Adam and Ava sucked, little did I know how much time would soon be squandered on softcore bodybuilding porn.

This is the problem with web novels. Shit gets too far off the rails into an author’s unfiltered inner fixations. If he had an editor to crack him on the knuckles with a ruler every time he started waxing poetic about hairy sweaty glistening pecs and biceps (“less is more” and “kill your darlings”) it would be AT LEAST TWICE AS GOOD of a story.

I mean, fuck, I get that it can feel good for the Spehs Mureenz to have actually earned their power and skill through some ‘show don’t tell’ exposition, but the key word here is SOME. I don’t need to know their goddamn meal plans and a play by play of one of their bizarre freakish aggressive violent ‘cuddling sessions’. I’d be having a much better time reading this if I weren’t GAGGING ON MUSCLE every other FUCKING paragraph.

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anyway other than that I love the dialogue, i love the technological and cultural concepts it explores, i love the big reveals and discoveries made along the way, i love how delightfully campy that one alien is out of the pure joy and delight of defying his society’s repressive taboos over emotional expression, there’s so much to love that i’m still reading it despite the pack of bulky, hulking, throbbing, veiny, floor shaking, BO-stinking AGONY.

RIP SoCal ;_;