Not far at all. I'm reading it just so I don't fail the detail quizzes but it's so disgusting and sad... and everyone's sympathetic towards the workers, but nobody seems to care how cruelly the animals in the slaughterhouses are treated. /:
As per usual, scaring the living piss out of myself on a ghost story thread.
Upshot of this is that by the time I'm twenty I'll have outgrown the habit or be dead of fear after getting jumped by a cat while reading one such thread.
edit: On an even more tl;dr note, once I've slept and decided wtf to do with my day... that day is going to include drawing a LeMat revolver. Prettiest damn guns.
"You know that, historically, you've been among the most successful of the recombinant-DNA life-forms," Jeb said. "You were the fifty-fourth generation of DNA experiments."
Some kids get called "bundles of joy" or "slices of heaven" or "dreams come true." We got "the fifty-fourth generation of DNA experiments." Doesn't have the same warm and fuzzy feel. But maybe I'm oversensitive.
"The Erasers were the seventeenth," Jeb said, and we all flinched involuntarily. (If you want to delve more deeply into the wild 'n' wacky world of human-wolf hybrids, check out the earlier Max chronicles.)