Deathdrop,
Yautja,
14 years ago
Deathdrop was trapped in a room of cheese in a house of cheese in a country of cheese on a continent of cheese on a planet of cheese. The smell of cheese was the only smell. The disgusting, spongy *skish* sound of the cheese mass pulling against itself was all that cold be heard.
Negaspace is an interesting place. Since it's modification by Deathdrop, it amplifies the properties of whatever is inside far beyond the norm. The smells, the sights, the taste, the touch, all these things increased in intensity until the entire dimension had become a DIMENSION OF PURE CHEESE.
This was not any mere limburger or Venezuelan Beaver cheese, mind you. This was the Platonic Golden Mean of cheese. The original, perfect idea of cheese of which all cheese in reality is but the weakest imitation. And it was new every single day. You could never get used to it; indeed, it got WORSE as time went on.
Deathdrop, having lost his Godlike power but not his immortality, was trapped in the Cheeseworld, eating cheese, drinking curdled cheese milk, breathing cheese fumes. All day. Ever day.
Oh, one other thing about negaspace: time works a bit differently there. 10 minutes in our world is equal to 10 years in cheeseworld.
There are 1,440 minutes in a day.
Deathdrop was gone for 22 days.
My skull?