Melrick

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Wrestling

Volo’s Guide to Monsters has detailed information about Mind Flayers, but they still don’t specify exactly how they reproduce, so if you want them to be tackle heavy then go for it, I say. There’s nothing to specifically say they don’t come equipped in such a way.

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Mind flayers, also known as illithids, are apparently hermaphroditic creatures and don’t reproduce in the normal sense. They lay eggs from which tadpole-like creatures emerge which are used to make more of their kind through a process called ‘ceremorphosis;. Basically, they capture someone and render them docile through a psionic blast. A newly hatched tadpole is inserted into the victim’s head, usually through the nostril or ear-canal. The tadpole grows and devours the brain of the host, attaching attaching itself to the brain stem and essentially becoming the new brain of the host. Over the course of a week, the host’s body changes form and morphs into a new mind flayer. The new mind flayer does retain a few dim memories associated with its former host, but they’re only vague and seldom have any affect on the new mind flayer. While I can’t find it specifically mentioned out anywhere, I do assume they have genitalia of some kind, but my feeling is that they – and the sex act itself – would be fairly rudimentary, but that’s not specified that I can tell so you could easily change that to suit yourself.

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Our electricity is over twice as expensive as the US on average, so energy costs of things are a very important factor, which is why air conditioners aren’t a choice for us. Fans, on the other hand, don’t use much power. I’ll definitely have to check out those Dyson’s before next summer.

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90F would be a relief. lol And yes, we do have those Dyson fans. You’re right in them being very expensive. I’ve never actually stood in front of one so I’ve never known how effective they are compared to regular fans. I won’t bother with this summer now, but next summer I’ll have to look at doing something different. If those fans are better then I’ll seriously see about getting one, at least one for mum. I can put up with the heat.

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This is an insight into what it’s been like for us this record-breaking summer. Keep in mind we have no air conditioning at home. It’s 9am and already it’s sweltering; you’re in for a bad day. As the day drags on, the temperature ratchets inexorably upwards. 115F. Again. Soon it’s an oven inside the house. The pedestal fans push the hot air around in a never ending exercise in futility; they’re better than nothing, but only just. No matter how much you drink, your thirst is never quenched. But you’re drinking liquid faster than your body can digest it, so you inevitably end up feeling bloated and physically sick. And still you feel thirsty. Always thirsty. You go outside the hang out the washing. The sun beats down on your head like hammer blows, and you can easily see how someone could die very quickly out here with no water. If any wind blows then it’s a hot wind, and feels like someone’s turned on a giant hair dryer on maximum heat. You soon return to the house, but it really is like stepping inside an oven. Sweat constantly covers your entire body. You decide the splash cool water on your face and arms and any other exposed skin, but you have to let the cold water tap run for quite a while, because all you initially get is hot water. It’s nice and cool, especially when you return to your usual position in front of the fan, but all too soon the water is again replaced by sweat. Your appetite is almost non-existent. Breakfast cereal for lunch and sandwiches for dinner is good enough. The idea of eating anything hot is laughable. Late afternoon or early evening you decide to take a shower, to wash off the day’s sweat. While you’re standing under the water, it’s deliciously cool, and you’re reluctant to turn off the taps, but as soon as you do, you’re immediately hot again. You dry yourself from head to feet, but by the time you reach your feet, your top half is wet again, this time from sweat. You’re wasting your time trying to dry yourself so you give up and get dressed. Night falls, and brings with it virtually no relief at all. You know full well you won’t be sleeping tonight. The usual pattern is to toss and turn all night, next night fall asleep through sheer exhaustion, followed by the next sleepless night, and so it goes round. You lay on the sheets, which are soon saturated with sweat. Your pillow likewise quickly becomes wet. You eventually turn over the pillow to the nice, cool, dry side. By the time you later turn it over again, the other side will now be dry. And so it repeats, all night long. You’d like to wash the sheets every day, but you just can’t afford the water bill. So you have to sleep on your sheets until you can’t stand the smell of stale sweat any longer, only then do you change them. If the night was sleepless then you finally get up when the sun starts to rear its scorching head. It’s already hot, but at least it’s the coolest part of the day. And so the dance continues, just waiting for the next cool change, and a strong one this time, one that will blow the heat away for more than just a few hours. But the roasting heat will return. It’s a record-breaking summer for a good reason.

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