Back to the Efmons. As a reminder, this is a family of magically mutated monstermen who serve dark masters as part of a war to conquer the multiverse.

Gervid Efmon

When Gervid was mutated to serve the family’s dark masters, he became a mostly intangible, seemingly indestructible sort of ghost-energy thing. Capable of skulking around and reaching secret locations, Gervid served as the family’s spy and assassin during the war. When the order came to abandon planet, Gervid was far into enemy lines. As they left, the rest of the family assumed he was dead, and when found no trace of them, he assumed they were dead as well. As such, Gervid is the last of the Efmons on their native world, lonely striking out at the forces who opposed them in the war, like some killer spectre striking from the shadows.

Noivel Efmon

Noivel was the first of the Efmon family to be born after the post-war fleeing from their home realm. As her family hid in some desolate world of caves and darkness, licking their wounds and laying low, it was worried that those born away from their home universe would not be able to partake in the mutation ritual, but when the time came, the ritual was tried, and it was successful. Noivel gained a deadly lizardly warrior form. If anything, her mutation was judged more monstrous and powerful than the average Efmon transformation (though not the most powerful of them all). Taking this as a sign that the clan’s best days were still to come, the Efmons were emboldened and began their new plan to conquer to and different worlds in universes as far as they could reach.

No, this isn’t a post to reveal that I have vomited again. Luckily, I haven’t been sick or anything lately, so that’s not the issue. What is, unfortunately the issue is that I feel more like I could vomit.

Most recently, it was like a week ago, I was walking past a construction site. Dust filled the air pretty thickly, or at least my body felt it was pretty thick, and I began to cough, to retch, really. My eyes watered and, I could tell, if I had committed to it, I could have thrown up as easy as that. I didn’t vomit, though, but I could have. And that’s not the only time that’s happened. It seems like the last time I did throw up, I reminded my body that that was a thing it could do. So now, under certain circumstances, mostly related to air quality, my body wants to heave. I see this as a pretty unfortunate weakness.

Given this, I feel like it is very unlikely I will ever get another decade-long vomit-free streak. Not until we’ve all levelled up our bodies into a superior form. That day can’t come soon enough.

So anyway, that’s my vomit-related post for the day. You’re welcome!