I read pretty far into Invincible. It goes on for a while and I never finished it. (Lost interest after Eve got fat.)

I'm tempted to re-read just to see if my instinct about spotting the dull "added storylines" is on point.

I kept having all these premonition-like flashes, "Hey! this is several times more retarded and gay than it should be!" like my soul was telling me the precise moments where some faggot hipster had his fingers prying open the butthole of the production, shoveling in their unedited thoughts.

I believe the preternatural senses granted me by my perfect nazi superman genetics are reacting specifically to the corrupted, ersatz parts of this product.

I wouldn't call the comic perfection or anything, but it had limits to its retarded gayness, because it was written in the Beforetime. A time when good editors would punch you in the throat for letting cringe poofery disrupt general readability.

Those editors I believe have been cast into the void, since.